Everything written here is the fruit of the author's sick imagination, and never really happened. If you do not like toiletslavery stories - do not read this text! If you want the appearance of the continuation of this text, write your feedback on vlad1969. mail. ru - abusive letters can not write, I already know everything you can tell me.

To begin, tell a little about yourself.

I am 25 years old, I have a good appearance and very strange desires. Remembering childhood, I can say that I always had a great desire to be a servant for a beautiful woman. Of course, in childhood I did not understand it so clearly. Just when looking at a beautiful girl, I had strange desires, for example, that she stood over me, and I would lick her feet. Or I would lay on my back, and she sat on my face.

Of course, in childhood I did not realize the sexual background of these desires, but it certainly was.

With age, my desires became more and more extreme and, finally, by the time of the events described, these desires were formed into something inconceivable for a normal person. At the same time, outside of my sexual relations, I am a completely normal person, and in sex, so far I have not allowed myself to realize or somehow manifest my unusual desires.

By the time of the described events, my desires were formed approximately in the following. I really wanted to become a sexual slave for my current girlfriend - Lena. And not only and not so much a sexual slave, as I really wanted her to pee in my mouth. It was in this, something so degradingly attractive to me that I just went crazy with desire. I wanted her to humiliate me in such a way that she used me instead of the toilet.

We have known Lena for about four years. We actively meet and sleep for about a year. I would not call her relation to me love, rather, it’s just some kind of attachment to a person with whom you can spend time. Until recently, I allowed myself only slight hints of my desires. I could, for example, tell her - "I would like to see how you write." No more. And I, for the most part, presented these phrases in a joking manner.

So it was until recently. Then I realized that if I somehow didn’t take the initiative, I’ll never realize what I currently wanted most. And then I began to talk with Lena in this direction. To begin with, I dropped the joking style when I made statements on the theme “to see how you write:” and the like. Then, I began to cautiously tell Lena that I had some strange desires, but I am afraid to tell her about it, as she may not like it. To which she replied - "first say, then we'll see." But, nevertheless, for some time I did not dare to say directly what I wanted, but just as if in between times, showed her various pictures on the theme of female domination. Over time, these pictures became more frank, but I noticed that Lena did not like them, or rather, left her completely indifferent. Moreover, she was surprised and angry with me that I was showing her.

Our relations, meanwhile, began to cool down a little, and I realized that if I didn’t get what I wanted now, it would postpone indefinitely. By this time, in our relationship, it was such a time that everything I did was perceived by Elena in hostility. And against this background, I decided to reveal to her the most cherished desire of mine.

In one of our meetings, we sat and drank beer in a summer cafe, not far from her house, when I decided to finally tell her what I really want. I took out a specially taken picture of myself, in which a woman sits on a special portable toilet in which a man lies. I showed this picture to Lena and said, “you know, if it were you, I would like to be this man.” She grimaced, as if she had eaten something sour, and said, "well, you and a pervert!"Then she paused and added - “don't show this stuff to me anymore!”.

After that, we sat for a little longer, and I took her home. Two weeks passed, in which we did not meet, our relations became even cooler, she refused to meet with me under any pretext. Finally, one day, she agreed to meet with me, but warned that she could sit with me only until 21 o'clock, as her friend would come to her later, and they would go to sleep with Elena, because her mother had left with her acquaintances. . I was always jealous of this girlfriend, as it seemed to me that she spends more time with her than with me. But, nevertheless, we met and sat in the same cafe as the previous time when I showed her this last picture.

This time we didn’t talk about anything serious, we just sat, drank beer and talked about everything a bit. The time was approaching nine in the evening, and I went to accompany her to the house. On the way, the drunk beer made itself felt, and specifically, it dulled the sense of shame that I felt when speaking about my desires, and I decided to try to raise this question again.

You know, I am very sorry that you reacted to the picture that I showed the last time. I asked not to mention all of this with me! But I'm really very excited, even at the thought of it! She looked at me, with some regretful expression on her face, then she was silent for a minute and said, as if asking herself a question.

Quit you at all, or what? Or: She paused, which I decided to use, and said “Or” - it sounds better. Much. Okay! You got me your moronic desires! I'll show you what you want so badly. But from now on you have two paths - either you walk away from me, or you unconditionally do everything I say. With these words, she turned and went towards the house. I trailed after her, trying to understand what she meant.

We went up to her apartment, and she never turned around to see if I was following her. We went in, she closed the door behind us and threw me

- Take off your shirt.

- What for?

- For that. I wanted to get it. You can still leave now. Maybe I'll chill out later, and we'll meet again. But if you don’t leave now, you can only leave when I let you go, if you run away earlier - you can forget about me.

I took off my shirt and put it in the room, then stopped and looked at her inquiringly - I really did not understand what she was thinking!

- What are you worth? Go here!

She stood by the open door of the toilet and looked at me.

- The toilet must be in the toilet and wait while it is being used!

I felt something inside me as if it was compressed into a lump, the paint rushed to my face. It was a strange sensation. On the one hand, I was confused by her dramatically changed behavior. On the other hand, this feeling that she commands me so much was very exciting and vividly reminded me of my most outspoken fantasies. I went to the toilet, she stepped away from the door, and let me in.

- Sit back to the toilet! Lean back so your head is above the hole! Below! Like this. Your place is here!

I sat down as she said, she turned her back on me and walked out of the closet. Putting out the light, she was about to close the door. I asked: - And I?

- And you sit here and wait! The toilet is the place here! You yourself wanted it! From this moment without permission, do not speak! If you want to leave, you know where the door is, just forget about me and never get on the road again! When someone enters, you should sit, as I have just shown. And remember - the toilet has no desires, it takes everything that is dumped into it and from everyone! Remember the rules?

With these words, she closed the door, and I remained sitting in the dark near the toilet. There was some kind of porridge in my head. It was very interesting to me what will happen next, it is very ...