Mistress Stephanie's World

Erica’s Toilet

Erica took me into a large, brightly lit bathroom with pink walls, sinks, and bathtub. I noticed right away that there were two toilets in this bathroom. Even at first sight, one of them was obviously unusual. It was made completely of thick, transparent plastic, except for a large rubber-sheathed hole in the bottom front. It was not attached to any water pipes, and unlike a regular toilet in that it did not lead into any plumbing under it, but merely was sealed underneath where a wide, flat surface met the floor.

Erica saw me looking at it.

“Yeah, this is where we’ll train,” she said. “You just lie on your back and slide your head through the hole, and we’re set. You shouldn’t have any trouble getting through.”

I stood staring at it, unnerved. I still could not believe that I was going to perform toilet duties in the household. I had heard other dommes talk to Mistress Angela about toilet-slaves, and always found the thought revolting.

“Come on, get down there!” Erica urged me, starting to show some impatience. “You have to do this whether you like it or not, cause that’s what Mistress wants. You might as well start getting used to it today.”

I laid on the floor in front of the toilet and started working my head through the rubber sheath. Erica was right; I had no choice. Besides, I did not want to upset her with further delay. She was the only one in the household who had shown me kindness at all, and it was unlikely that Lucy would warm up to me any. It felt extremely strange, but I finally worked my head through and was staring upward through the toilet seat. Erica stood above the seat and looked back down at me. She was smiling again, pleased at my obedience.

“We’ll be looking at each other like this a lot over the next couple weeks or so,” she said to me through the seat. “But you’ll be seeing a lot more of the other end of me.” She gave a little chuckle.

I knew that Erica wasn’t trying to be mean. Her humor was intended to ease my distress, and actually did help a little.

“Ok, I’m going to start you off slow,” she explained, still gazing at me through the seat. I don’t have to go too bad right now, so it’s a good time for us to get to know each other a lot better.”

She turned away from me, and I saw her pull down her skirt, then her panties, revealing her tight, bare ass. I heard her plant a foot on either side of me, and then I watched as she lowered her body down on the toilet seat. Though she blocked the light above in doing this, I could still see well because the bright bathroom lights were shining through the transparent sides of the toilet. Less than a foot from my face were Erica’s ass and genitalia. I could smell her skin too, along with her natural body secretions. In a different situation, I would have probably been aroused, but my only feelings in this bizarre circumstance were a strange mix of apprehension and embarrassment.

Erica spread her legs apart and peered down at me through the space between her thighs. From this peculiar perspective, she again spoke to me.

“Get ready,” she advised me. “If you’ve never had urine before, you’re going to learn what it’s like now. I’ll try to keep the flow slow. All you have to do is drink up.”

Erica lifted her head back up, so I now only saw the bathroom light through her thighs. She was adjusting her position on the seat, when all at once she let out a loud fart point-blank in my face that burned my eyes and left me surprised and coughing.

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Erica.

I saw her face appear once again between her thighs above me, laughing and blushing.

“You weren’t supposed to get one of those today, I’m sorry!” she explained.

“I’ll give you a minute to get that out of your nose, then we’ll start again,” she added more seriously.

She lifted herself off the toilet, allowing the gas to rise out of the bowl and some fresh air to flow in. I still felt the odor with me, but my eyes stopped burning and I felt better. Erica settled back down on the seat, sitting upright. Her most intimate body parts were again inches from my face.

“Ok, get ready again!” she called to me. “Open your mouth wide, so you can catch it. If you don’t, the bowl will start filling up around you. You’re supposed to drink my piss, not drown in it!”

Erica giggled, but I knew her instructions were serious. I opened my mouth, stared upward and waited. She shifted around on the seat a little, and after a moment, it started. From Erica’s urethra, a thin stream of yellow urine spouted down almost elegantly into my face.  It descended from an unexpected angle, so the stream hit my right cheek and flowed down the side. I was surprised at its warmth. I adjusted the position of my head, so that my mouth was directly under the stream. For the first time in my life, I tasted a woman’s strong, hot, salty urine. It filled my mouth so quickly, I had to gulp it down to make room for the next mouthful. I didn’t think Erica would really let me drown in her piss, but I didn’t want to find out the hard way by letting the toilet chamber fill up.

Erica bent over at the waist and peered between her thighs again to check my progress.

“Good!” she exhorted. Just keep swallowing, nice and easy.”

I must have swallowed seven or eight mouthfuls before the flow started to ease up. My belly was now very warm inside, and I felt strange, knowing that this girl had just filled it up with her own bodily wastes.

“Good job!” Erica said to me when her bladder was finally empty. “I guess I lied to you before when I said I only had to go a little, but I thought it was true. I was as surprised as you were. But you took it really well. In a few days, you might be ready for---uh, the next stage.”

She pulled a little square of toilet paper from the dispenser, and I watched her from my unique vantage point as she reached between her legs to dab up the residual drops of urine.

“Ok, open up again!” said Erica.

I was starting to get used to seeing her face peering upside down at me through her thighs.

“Sometimes you’ll be cleaning me off directly with your tongue, and other times you get the toilet paper. Mistress wants you to learn both ways. Today, it’s the toilet paper.”

I opened my mouth again, as ordered. Erica wadded up the piss-soaked tissue and dropped it in my mouth. This of course was new to me too. I wasn’t sure quite what to do, so I chewed up the toilet paper as best I could, finally swallowing it with some difficulty.

“Not too bad, huh?” asked Erica. “The piss-wipes are pretty easy, but the ass-wipes will be more work. But don’t worry about that today, I don’t want to scare you or anything. This was a good first training day, so I’m gonna let you clean off now and go downstairs. We’ll start the next lesson tomorrow morning.”

More Toilet Training

Over the next few days, I did progressively more toilet training with Erica. We were still doing only “liquids,” but the frequency of sessions was increasing. At the same time, Erica was waiting longer between sessions to ensure that she had a full bladder. I can’t say that I was enjoying the training, but I was becoming slowly accustomed to it. Soon Erica would merely say “toilet” to me as she passed, and I knew that was my cue to go upstairs and assume the position inside the training toilet. I began to notice that even with only “liquids,” the experience was not always the same. According to what she ate or drank, the taste of Erica’s urine would vary. There were times when it was nearly as sweet as fruit juice, such as the second day, when she’d eaten pineapple. When she’d had certain kinds of meat or vegetables, it could become quite unpleasant. But Erica said the dietary variations were intentional and necessary, because I was going to have to learn every toilet situation, and some were going to be worse than others. She also made a point of getting me in the training room two early mornings in a row to drink her first urine of the day. This morning urine was the strongest, hottest, and yellowest. The first day I drank it, I began to gag a bit on the first sip. Erica was ready for this. For the first time in my training, she hit the button on the remote, zapping my testicles with a Level Three jolt. My head was of course immobilized in the toilet, but after a couple seconds, my lower body started to squirm in pain. Erica shut the device off.

“Sorry, but I have to use it,” she explained. “Gagging is a no-no.”

She sat quietly for about thirty seconds, allowing my discomfort to ease. Then she resumed pissing. I had to concentrate hard on not gagging, but fear of the ball-torturer motivated me. I swallowed down all of her thick urine smoothly.

It was odd, but I did not resent Erica at all for using the device to discipline me, or even for the toilet training in general. I knew that she was simply following instructions from Mistress Stephanie. Under these circumstances, I could tell that she was making an effort to make me as comfortable as possible while I was learning to do something quite difficult. I still did not fully understand Mistress Stephanie’s relationship with the two girls, and I knew it was not my place to ask. In any case, what really mattered was that Erica had her own given function is the household, and that her will was subordinate to that of Mistress Stephanie.

Erica even became quite relaxed with me during training, and began to make causal conversation. I learned that she was enrolled in the local community college, and she would chat with me about it. The situation was incongruous, to say the least. There I was on my back, staring up at a young woman’s ass and vulva while I waited for her to drain the contents of her bladder into my mouth. Meanwhile, I listened to her voice some distance away chatting to me casually about registering for her college classes, and which professors she liked or disliked.

Training became tougher after four days, when Erica decided to start me on “solids”.

“You’re ready for the next stage now,” she told me. Mistress has been asking me for a couple days if you’ve started solids yet. I didn’t want to rush it, but it’s time now, so be prepared tomorrow.”

I was doing my best to adapt to this new household as best I could. I realized that all I could do was try to please the women, and hope that they would not treat me too badly. I never for a moment forgot that I was subject to their whims. The light touch of a button was the only effort they needed to put me through agonizing hell.

Erica knew that I was worried when she looked in the toilet and saw my face on the fifth day. She tried to reassure me.

“It’ll be ok”, she said. “Just like with the piss, we’ll take it nice and slow at first. I won’t even zap you if you gag today.”

A few moments later, I was presented with a sight I was becoming familiar with. Erica’s ass and genitals were inches from my face.

“Alright, get ready for solids!”

She rocked back and forth on the seat a little. Suddenly, she farted in my face. I coughed on the gas, as I had on the first day. She laughed.

“Now I meant to give you that one! It’s all part of doing solids.”

Erica shifted again on the seat again. Her body tensed, and then I watched as her asshole started to pucker. Soon I saw something dark appear, and the end of a turd slowly poked out of her ass. Light shone though in the bowl as Erica spread her thighs and bent over to look in at my face. She had not done this for several days.

“It feels like a small one”, she said, trying again to reassure me. “I had a light dinner last night, cause I knew we’d be doing this today. I’m going to push it out now. You only need to take a little bite if it’s long and skinny.”

She giggled, then closed her thighs and sat up again. The turd started elongating and sliding steadily down toward my mouth. I began smelling its stink well before it reached me, but I opened my mouth wide to receive it. Despite my feeling of repugnance, I knew that I once again had no choice.

The warm, dense turd hit my tongue, and then started piling up in my mouth.

“Bite it!” Erica called down to me while still shitting. “Or you’ll have to swallow it all!”

I clamped my mouth closed, severing her turd. The remainder of it fell down the side of my face and beside me in the bowl. I could taste the foul shit as well as smell it now. When I started to gag, I tried to muffle the sound. I knew it was absurd, but I didn’t want to hurt Erica’s feelings by showing revulsion at the taste of her feces.

Erica was finished moving her bowels. She peeked into the bowl at me again.

“I know today is tough,” she said sympathetically. “You don’t have to keep it in your mouth long. Just chew it up and swallow.”

This was easier said than done. I did chew the turd, but its taste, smell, and texture all made me gag more as I did so.

“Just don’t throw up,” Erica advised me. You don’t want to be stuck in there with that too.”

Somehow, I managed not to and I finally forced myself to swallow. I could still taste the shit residue in my mouth, though, and smell the odor from my own face as well as the broken turd next to my head. Erica still was watching with some concern when her face suddenly brightened.

“I know! Let’s wash it down!”

A moment later, I felt her urine spraying down onto my face. Only after such an ordeal could Erica’s idea appeal to me. I eagerly opened my mouth, letting her warm piss wash in. As it loosened and dissolved the shit particles, I gulped everything down, cleansing my palate of her solid waste.

With the worst event of the day over, Erica praised me.

“You did really well! Getting through your first time is the hardest part. It will get easier, just like the other stuff. Look at how much you like my piss now!”

Erica grinned down at me and gave me a little wink. Even after what I’d been through, I was still able to smile a little.

Lucy’s Toilet

The following day, I met Erica in the “training room” early in the afternoon. I had just shoved my head into the toilet chamber, and was trying to mentally prepare myself for what was to come. I’d decided it could at least not be much worse than the day before. Erica was about to pull down her skirt when I heard the bathroom door open.

“Geez, Lucy, nice of you to knock!” Erica said sarcastically.

“I didn’t want to waste time knocking. I was afraid you’d started already,” I heard Lucy answer. “And you can’t start, cause Mistress wants you to go shopping with her.”

“I thought you were going with her,” said Erica. I’m sure she wants me to train him this morning.”

“She did want you to,” Lucy answered in a sly tone. But I convinced her to let me do the training today instead.”

“How come?” Erica asked, sounding puzzled.

“Oh, don’t worry Erica, she says you’re doing fine. But I had Mexican for lunch today and I need to take a serious dump." Lucy snickered mischievously.

“So I can’t really go shopping now,” she continued. “And besides, why waste all that good shit when he needs it?”

I broke into a sweat. Not only did it sound like today would be much worse than yesterday, but I would be left alone with Lucy. This was a prospect I’d worried about since the day I first met her. Whenever I even passed close to Lucy in the house, she would give me an angry glare. I feared what she might do to me if I were left in her care.

I could tell that Erica was concerned too.

“Lucy….ok, I guess if she decided, then that’s it. But he just started solids yesterday. Don’t be too much of a bitch, alright?”

“Erica, I promise I’ll try not to be too much of a bitch, but you know I’m still gonna be a bitch.”

Lucy punctuated her remark with an evil laugh.

Erica left the room without even addressing me, which did not help my peace of mind. Lucy quietly paced the room until she heard the front door close downstairs. We both now knew that we were the only ones left in the house.

Lucy’s face appeared above the toilet bowl. She looked down at me with a smile that had none of Erica’s kindness.

“Alone at last, huh?” she snarled. “You’d better have an empty stomach, cause you’re gonna need it. I have a ton of shit for you to eat, and if you puke any back up, I just might make you eat it twice!”

As if on cue, her intestines gurgled loudly. The Mexican lunch was apparently headed downward in a hurry. Lucy wasted no time. She quickly unzipped her tight jeans and pulled them down, revealing red-and-black panties that she then pulled down too. As she sat down above me on the toilet, I had my first look at Lucy’s bare ass.

It was tight and small, with rounded cheeks, yet muscular. She also had ruffly, prominent vaginal lips that were quite different from Erica’s thin, delicate ones.

Another loud gurgle from her intestines echoed inside the toilet bowl.

“Open wide, douchebag!” Lucy yelled at me.

I had been so distracted momentarily by Lucy’s anatomy that I’d nearly forgotten what I was about to be subjected to. All at once, her asshole dilated widely, and an enormous turd pushed through. As much as I wanted to be anywhere else in the world doing anything but this, I was there under Lucy’s asshole, and knew what I had to do. I opened my mouth to take her turd inside it. It was dark, greasy, and smelly. The taste was so wretched that I started gagging immediately, but I forced myself to suppress it and start swallowing the turd. I had to do so out of self-preservation, because the shit was now piling out of Lucy’s ass onto my face. It seemed to have no end.

Lucy was well aware of my plight, but far from sympathetic.

“Eat it or breathe it, dickwad!” she shouted. “Bon appetit`!”

About a minute passed while I continued to gulp down Lucy’s nauseating feces. Then it began to taper off. I felt as if I had indeed swallowed a ton of shit. Finally able to breathe, I gasped for air. Even the foul air in the toilet bowl was better than none.

Lucy heard me gasping, and responded.

“Hey, don’t relax! That was just the taco salad. The burritos are coming now!”

A fart blasted into my face. It was so strong that I actually felt its wind hit me, and so sloppy that it sprayed my face with Lucy’s hot colonic juices. From the way Lucy gyrated on the seat, I could tell that she was making an extra effort to force the gas out with gusto. She wasn’t leaving any space between her body and the seat either, as Erica sometimes did. Lucy kept me sealed in the bowl with only her recycled fart gas to breathe.

“Mmmmmmmm, that felt nice”, she said loudly, for my benefit. “If I threw a match in there now, you’d be toast!”

She laughed and farted again, making me cough. This time the fart was followed by a torrent of liquid shit pouring out of her ass. Once again, I had to open up and swallow or risk drowning. The taste was different than before, but every bit as horrible. I could actually detect the flavor of Mexican food in it this time. Hot sauce mixed with Lucy’s bowel acids made me choke. Some of it splattered over my face, leaving pieces of partially digested corn stuck to my cheeks. I tried to keep my eyes shut to protect them from being burned. As bad as all of this was, it suddenly got worse. I felt the pain of the testicle-torturer tearing into the lower half of my body.

“Having fun yet?” asked Lucy. “I‘m not using this cause you’re doing anything wrong. I just like making you suffer while you chow down on my shit. You’re so fucking lucky this control only goes to half-power!”

By the time Lucy was finished, I was totally exhausted from eating her shit, coughing, and getting zapped by the ball-shocker, which she had switched on and off intermittently. Lucy completed the session by draining her full bladder in my mouth.

As with Erica the day before, I eagerly drank the piss to wash the shit taste out of my mouth. When she stood up, fresh air rushed into the bowl, which was another huge relief.

“Ok, you can come out of there,” said Lucy

As quickly as I was able in my depleted state, I pulled my head through the opening and out of the bowl.

“Don’t get too excited,” she added, watching me. “You aren’t finished yet.”

After a moment, it dawned on me what she meant. She hadn’t wiped herself.

“Wash your face off in the other toilet bowl first,” Lucy instructed.

I crawled over to the other toilet bowl, and splashed fresh water over my face and hair, washing off the particles of her waste. When I was finished, Lucy beckoned me over.

“Your tongue is gonna be my toilet paper. I’ll bet Erica hasn’t had you do that yet.”

“No,” I answered without thinking.

Lucy dealt a hard slap across my wet face.

“Show some respect, asshole.”

“No, Miss Lucy,” I said, hoping it was the right response.

Apparently satisfied, she turned her body around.

“Speaking off assholes, lick mine clean. And you’d better be thorough.”

I leaned forward and began licking the crack of her ass. I couldn’t penetrate well enough to be effective this way, so I parted her ass cheeks with my fingers to access the hole. Once I’d cleaned the exterior, I stuck my tongue as deeply into Lucy’s anus as I could and swabbed it out, making sure not to miss a spot. The taste was at least better than swallowing her turds in the toilet.

“Ok, good enough,” she said after a few minutes of licking.

I withdrew my face, and Lucy pulled up her panties and jeans. When she turned and saw me still looking at her, she slapped my face again.

“Don’t stare at me, numbnuts!”

Even after my eyes were again turned downward, Lucy stood and glowered at me for a while. Then, loudly and deliberately, she hawked and spit a large, thick, green glob on the floor beside me.

“Well?” she said after waiting a few seconds. “Just cause you’re out of the bowl doesn’t mean you stopped being the toilet. Lick it up!”

I sat gaping, wondering if she was serious. Lucy had no patience for this. She grabbed the remote and zapped me with Level Five. Pain shot through my balls. I knew she would not shut it off unless I complied. I bent over from my kneeling position, and licked up every drop of Lucy’s viscous phlegm off the bathroom tiles. Even then, she left the unit on another half minute while she stood and watched me squirm.

Finally, she shut it off and smiled, contemptuous as ever at the sight of me.

“If I had the full power control, and you disobeyed me like that, you’d wish you were dead. You’d be pleading for me to cut your balls off to stop the pain, but I’d probably make you cut them off yourself and dump them in the fucking garbage disposal while I watched.”

I hung my head. I was sore, exhausted, and wanted to cry, but I knew that it would just trigger more anger from Lucy if I did, so I sat silently.

“We’re done for now, dickhead,” she said. “Erica will be through training you by the end of next week, then Mistress has plans for you. If you thought today was a workout, just wait till then.”

She punctuated her comment by giving me a sharp boot in the groin before walking out the door. I pitched face forward onto the bathroom floor. The torture device between my legs was unfortunately far more effective than protective.