Tiwuana was the best lover he had ever had, and also the most demanding lover. She demanded that he would go down on her during their lovemaking. She demanded that he would rim her ass on occasion.. She demanded a tongue bath with a certain regularity. She would even throw him on his back once in a blue moon and use his mouth as her toilet -- for old time's sake. Or she would sit on his face with her full weight bearing down on his head, smothering him, and she would tell him that she won't get off until she comes -- and if he passes out before she comes, then he'll just die of suffocation. Since he was still alive, he had managed to satisfy her every time.
However, although she was demanding, their relationship wasn't that of BDSM Master/slave. She reciprocated with enthusiasm. She would blow him every night, several times even. And when they fucked, there was so much energy and power between them it was incredible.
How he missed Tiwuana! She was a Sanitation Engineer, and she threw pails of garbage into the back of a truck every day for a living -- and that's why she shaved her head bald, by the way, it was easier than washing it several times a day. Small wonder that she was as strong as a bull.
He had lived with Tiwuana for about a year, until about two months ago when she had told him that she had found a new female lover and he was out of her life.
So he had returned to New York to look for a job. However, we all know what happened in New York at the time, and the national economy had taken a nose dive, especially in New York. Steve got kicked out of his rooming house after he couldn't pay his rent. Seeing this ad, Steve now he wondered what it might be like to be used by one woman after another, after another. He thought about it for a moment before he walked down the five steps to the area below the sidewalk, stepped into the alcove, and up to the featureless brown steel door. Underneath all the graffiti, the words "Edge Play Club" was barely visibly stamped on the steel door. He collected his courage and rang the bell.
A moment later, the door slid into the wall, and a hard-faced Hispanic woman with black hair stood there in tight jeans and a tank top. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Uh, the job?" Steve answered.
She motioned him into the little room and she closed the door.
"So you're a toilet slave?"
"Sure."
"Have you had toilet training, or have ever been a toilet slave before?"
"Yeah, last year I served two women for two weeks as a toilet slave."
"Good enough. If you're lying, you'll regret it. Follow me."
Steve followed her. He followed her down a hallway, around a corner, then down another hallway. Then they took a service elevator down about two levels. Then down a short hallway and into a locker room.
"You want to be in the women's room, or the men's room?"
"Uhm, I..."
She let out a huff and asked in a stern voice, "Are you straight, or gay?"
"I'm straight! I guess that means I want to be the women's room!"
"Yup!" she answered.
She handed him a form and a pen, "Read this and sign it."
Steve asked, "How much does the job pay to be a toilet slave?"
She answered, "We don't pay you nothing! You do it because you want to! If we paid you it would be like you were a prostitute, and wouldn't be legal. This is legal because we don't pay."
"I don't know. I need a job!"
She thought for a moment and said, "It's free room and board while you're here."
He also thought for a moment, before answering, "Well, maybe." He then looked the form over. The lighting was poor and there was no chair or table to sit at.
"Hurry up!" she urged, "The club opens in ten minutes!"
He held it up against the wall and signed it. She snatched it back and shoved it in her pocket. Then she opened a locker. "Take off your clothes and put them in here."
"Uhm, okay."
She continued to stand there, and he stood there.
She asked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Uh, nothing." He removed his clothes and put them in the locker.
"Now wait here. Don't go anywhere!"
She left and he waited there for about five minutes. She returned, followed by a very relieved-looking naked guy. "Wait there, I'll get your stuff in a minute," she told that other guy.
She walked over to Steve carrying a small case and said, "Sit down."
Steve sat and ahs opened the case, removing a hypodermic needle.
"Hey!" said Steve, "I'm not into drugs!"
"Shut up for a minute! This is a vaccine for hepatitis."
"Hepatitis?"
"Yes, the vaccine is really a series of shots over several weeks. This is your first."
He wondered why she would bother giving him the vaccine if it would require a series of shots. He meant to ask, but then she dabbed some alcohol on Steve's arm and jabbed the needle into him.
After administering the vaccine, she stood and said, "Follow me."
Steve followed her again into an adjoining room. He gasped at the sight. Along each of the two opposite walls were other toilet-slaves. They were all naked people lying on their backs on narrow padded benches, slid into the walls up to their shoulders. They were nearly all men, but there were a couple of women. Looking closely, he saw that there was a hole in each bench under each person's ass. Each one had a pail underneath their bench's hole. The men each had a short capped section of PVC pipe stuck over their dicks with another long section at a 45-degree angle dropping down between their legs. The women just had a straight pipe with a funnel-like thing pressed between their legs. They were all strapped and shackled down by their wrists and ankles.
She pointed to an empty bench that was pulled away from the wall. The padding under the head area was thicker and contoured.
"Uhm, I'm not sure about this?"
"Just lie down and don't give me a hard time!"
Steve sat on the bench and lay down with his head in the contoured area. She bent over and shackled his wrists and ankles. Then placed several belts across his chest and belly like the others. She slid a long piece of PVC pipe between his legs and placed the 45 degree angled piece over his dick. Then she clamped something snugly onto one of his fingers.
She slid him into the wall headfirst. There was another woman in the tiny room his head was now in. She swung a half box up and over his head. He was looking up through a hole in the top of the box. Over the hole, of course, was a toilet seat, with the seat lowered and flush with his face. The lid was up. Obviously, he figured, he was a stall in the women's restroom.
She called from inside the room, "Feel this lever?"
"What lever?" he asked through the wall.
She grabbed his hand and placed his fingers on a cold metallic lever. "Pull it," she commanded.
He pulled the lever, causing warm water to spay his head and face from all around under the rim of the seat. He heard it draining under the back of his head. It felt good.
After that, she seemed to have left him.
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Over the next five minutes, he heard people enter the restroom outside his stall. He heard women's voices out in the restroom, but they seemed to go into other stalls. A moment later, another woman came in his stall. .
She said, "You're new, aren't you?"
He couldn't see her face clearly, since he was looking at her upside down, but he could tell she was decent looking with frosted brown and blonde hair, tanned skin, smallish but firm boobs.
He answered, "Uh, yeah."
"Well, I'm new too! This is my second night as waitress here and I have to take a wicked piss before the club opens, do you mind?"
"Not at all! Be my guest! You'll be my first, uhm, customer tonight!"
