13. Becoming full service
In his time serving Mistress he had suffered many humiliations, many painful nights with whip and canes, strap ons, and even real cocks. He had drank what must have been gallons upon gallons of piss, every morning, every evening, throughout the day. He had become quite the efficient maid, and was always diligent in performing his duties. Mistress demanded perfection, and though he could never be perfect, he came very close.
However, there was one indignity he had yet to face. One thing that had been at the top of the limil list he had once had, and he very much feared that day was coming, soon.
It happened on a day that Mistress was off from work. She came to him mid-morning and took hold of his D-ring jerking him to his feet and without a word, led him down to the basement, and over to a door that he had never been through before. He had been forbidden from entering this room, and he never even glanced the few times he was present when the door was open. He knew others had been in this room during play parties, but he had never been taken in there.
Today, that would change. Mistress led him straight up to the door, and then turned to him, cupping his cheeks in Her hands, She looked deep into his eyes and said, matter-of-factly, "It's time, my pet."
He gulped and She could see the fear in his eyes. Smoothing his brow, She simply said, "I will not tolerate any attempt at avoiding this, pet. I want it, you have known I have wanted this since we first met, and it's time."
She then turned and led him into the simple room. A single black box sat in the middle of the room. Pushing him to the ground, he lay on his back, and was pushed face up through the opening in the side of the box. a small chain was connected to his collar insuring he would remain inside the box, and a small lever was worked until his head raised slightly. His head he found rested inside a basin of sorts, he assumed to make clean up easier.
His hands were then secured to the side of the box, and his feet to rings set in the floor. Then Mistress lifted the lid and looked down at him. She reached down, and he opened his mouth while She placed a special gag in his mouth that She adjusted forcing his mouth open. She was serious about him not trying to avoid this fate.
"You are going to do fine, pet, I have faith in your total and complete submission to Me, and know that You will learn this quickly and become an expert full service toilet for Me in no time. One thing I promise you is this. You will only ever be a full service toilet for Me. No one else will get to experience the intimacy of this. This is just between My pet, and Me."
He blinked his eyes signifying he understood, since at this point he could not even move his head. Mistress nodded then took Her seat atop the box, plunging him into darkness. As his eyes adjusted, he found some light snuck through the holes and he could just make out Mistress's lips, which he had serviced many times. Truth be told, the tight little rosebud of Her ass was something he had worshipped many times as well.
She wasted no time, before he could fully adjust to anything a loud fart exploded from Her and his nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent. He blinked in the confined space, closed in with the smell and just concentrated solely on his Mistress - this was for Her, and he would endure, he would. Tears sprang to his eyes as he very much feared he may not be able to do this even for Her.
He was scared. He felt Her feet on his chest, Her big toes mashing his nipples, he heard Her light a cigarette, the smell of Her smoke comforting him, and then, She grunted and he saw Her ass open, and a brown lump appear. He watched fascinated as it seemed to flow out, pushed by Mistress straight toward his open mouth.
He felt it touch his lips and he convulsed, gagging, heaving, fighting the nausea that rose in him. This ended up being easier than he expected. He discovered very quickly that the food he was given daily, didn't really taste much different, in fact, this might even be a little better. Perhaps it was just in his head. He felt Mistress's feet press comfortingly against his chest, and he relaxed and just felt it fill his mouth.
Almost too late, he began to mash it with his tongue, he swallowed a little, and convulsed again, but relaxed a bit faster this time. Mistress was quiet, just siting atop him, relieving Herself as She smoked. He would feel ashes fall on his tummy, sometimes burning briefly as She smoked, after the first few bites, it seemed to get easier to him, and in truth, yes, he now realized that his food had been preparing him for this service.
The next large bit that fell down toward him landed a bit more on his face, laying across his nose, he closed his eyes, and just lay there, trying to take care of the first one. All too soon, he felt the warm golden rain of Mistress's piss flow down over him, the basin his head rested in would catch most of that, and he was certain he would be ingesting that later. The basin was designed such as the shit that Mistress had deposited remained on his face until he could work it all into his mouth, he had to make use of his tongue, as the gag that kept his mouth open did not allow the use of his lips. But he would manage.
Soon She was finished and stood up, cleaning Herself off. She glanced down at him and smiled softly. Adjusting the basin a bit, so Her shit would slide down in reach of his lips and tongue, She just stated simply. "You will stay here until it is all gone, pet. I will check on you in an hour or so."
