Steve changed trains at Penn Station in New York City. He had boarded the train to Atlantic City two hours ago, and was now stepping off the train at that destination. Emily had said in her last e-mail to him that she would be waiting for him on the platform.
A few weeks ago, Steve had seen her ad in one of those BDSM newsgroups -- she was seeking a toilet slave. You see, Steve had just broken up with his last girlfriend, and was feeling lonely, horny, and daring at the time.
Steve had remembered a time back in college when he was out drinking with some girl in February. It was a frigid rainy night and they were getting it on in the back of his van parked in a deserted lot behind some college bar after closing. They were drinking and she had to take a leak. But the bar was closed and there was no place for her to go in his van, and she didn't want to go and stand out in the pouring freezing rain to piss. Rather than lose the opportunity, he had offered to lie on his back while she squatted over his face to pee in his mouth. Then he would go out in the rain to pee, should he need to. To his surprise, she had accepted his offer! The sensation was bizarre, and not at all unpleasant. Needless to say, he had a fortuitous night.
However, except for that one exceptional experience, he had never had anything but vanilla relationships with women. He couldn't even get any of his girlfriends to sit on his face. The kinkiest thing he could ever hope to get from a vanilla girl was a blow job once in a blue moon -- if he begged bad enough and she was in the right mood at the time. In that respect, he was sick of ordinary girls.
When he first discovered the BDSM newsgroups, he had been both shocked and thrilled at the kinds of edge play that went on between people in the scene. They even used each other as human toilets -- as he had done out of necessity that cold January college night.
So now, he walked down the platform toward the station, scared shitless. He nearly jumped back on the train just before the doors closed. He sat on a bench and set his knapsack beside him. There were dozens of people milling about. Most had just got off the train and were heading to the station and down to the street. Others were milling about waiting for a different train.
During their e-mail discussions, he had agreed to be her toilet slave for one weekend. He would arrive Friday evening, and would leave either Sunday or Monday morning, depending on how it worked out. They set a date, and now, here he was. Had she played a prank on him? Would he wait here until late and then head back home on the last northbound train? Probably. But it was worth a try, so he waited.
As the crowd thinned out, a woman came over to him and sat. "You must be Steve," she said.
He immediately recognized Emily from her JPEG picture. "Uhm, yeah! Emily?"
Tall and slender, she was, with tan skin, brown eyes, and close-cut, tightly-curled black hair. He had never had the guts to go to a munch, but he knew the garb. He half expected her to be dressed in leather speckled with rivets and chains everywhere. Instead, she was dressed in a gray sweat pants and matching sweat shirt, as befitted a cool autumn Friday evening. Her poise, and the confidence in her eyes, was what made her special -- this kind of woman would never be available to him in a vanilla relationship.
"Come on," she whispered in his ear as she started to stand again, "I can't wait to get your face under my ass!"
Steve grabbed his knapsack and followed Emily down the platform into the parking lot. Watching her walk from behind until he caught up with her, he studied her shape. Her body was tight and graceful. They had never brought up age in their e-mails. He was afraid that he may have been considered too old, since a number of years had gone by since he was in his prime at college, so he never brought it up. Now that he had met her, he could tell that she was about ten years older than he was. But that was no big deal -- he was actually relieved to be the younger one.
She drove them to her home in her silver Lexus RX-300 SUV. She drove through the city, past the casinos, and into a neighborhood of large stylish homes on expansive laws. She parked inside her two-car garage and then Steve followed her upstairs to her master bedroom, into the master bathroom, and into a walk-in closet off the bathroom. She wasn't using the closet as a closet, however. The walls and floor was tiled like a bathroom. Then he saw
it!
He swallowed hard when he saw the -- the
thing
in the closet. It was a padded wooden platform, apparently custom-built. About six inches tall it was, two feet wide, and about six feet long. At one end was a wooden box with a toilet seat mounted on it. The seat was the height of a normal toilet. The platform was fitted with belts and shackles at the mid section and at the far end. In the middle was a hole with a plastic pan under the hole. She leaned down and swung the box open. It was split and hinged horizontally, the bottom of the box was padded and lined with plastic. There was a hole on the upper half of the box, now swung open, revealing the underside of the toilet lid. There was a half-circular hole in each of the box halves, open to the padded platform.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"I guess you want me to get in there?"
"That's the plan! Here," she produced a plastic storage bin, "remove all your clothes and put them in this box. They'll be safe."
He removed his glasses then took his keys and wallet out of his pants pockets and placed them in the bin. Next, he removed his shoes and socks and placed them in the bin. Then he removed his shirt and pants, and put them in the bin with the rest. Finally, with Emily standing there watching him, he pulled his jockeys down and placed them in the bin.
He sat on the bench, put his legs up, and leaned back. He laid his head in the box half. It was thickly padded under the plastic liner, and raised slightly higher than the rest of the bench, about an inch, maybe two. Emily buckled the shackles around his wrists and ankles. Then she strapped him down with the numerous belts over his chest and belly. She picked up a thing that looked like a length of white PVC pipe with a 45 degree angle piece at one end. She slid the pipe between his legs and then slid the angle piece completely onto his dick. The feeling was strange, but not uncomfortable. Lastly, she swung the box closed over his head. His head was completely enclosed. The inside bottom of the toilet seat was a fraction of an inch from his nose. His face, it seemed was flush with the toilet seat. His reflection was perfectly clear in the underside of the plastic seat cover.
This must be kind of what it's like to be an astronaut wearing a helmet with a glass plate right in front of your face.
he thought.
He looked back up at her face, and it was really weird looking at her face from below and upside down.
"That's it," she said from above him. "I'll be back when -- you know!"
She walked out of the room and shut off the light, plunging him into near darkness. Some light filtered in from the bathroom beyond the closet and through the gaps between the box and the toilet seat, and the seat lid.
He tested his shackles. They were tight around his wrists and ankles. Just to see if he could, he twisted his fingers back to reach the buckle of the one of the shackles, but he couldn't reach it. He tried to scrunch his wrist and pull his hand through the shackle, but it was too tight. He nearly panicked when the realization hit him that he was really a captive, unable to escape if he wanted to. He figured that she would let him go if he suddenly changed his mind, but he came this far, and he would go through with it.
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Time passed, but his heart hadn't stopped racing since she belted and shackled him into this contrivance. He could hear her walking around downstairs. The anticipation drove him crazy. After a time, he smelled cooking odors. A little later he heard piano music. There was a missed note, and then it resumed. She played the piano for a while, then it suddenly stopped.
He heard her climbing the stairs, and his heart started racing again. The light came on in the closet, and she lifted the cover.
"How are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm just hanging out, taking it easy."
"Relaxed?"
"Yeah, as relaxed as a human toilet can be, I suppose."
"So you're ready?"
"I guess so."
"I'll take that as a 'yes'."
Steve swallowed as she turned her back to him. She leaned forward as she pushed her sweat pants down. Then she pushed her panties down. Her naked ass was hovering just over his forehead. A moment later, her ass came back and down on his face. He gulped a deep breath just as her crotch pressed down onto his mouth. Her crotch was covered with a thick black kinky pubic hair, and it tickled his nose something fierce. He looked up along her muscular abdomen to her navel, which was fitted with a navel ring. Her belly was flexing as she breathed heavily. Her sweatshirt started just past her navel, and he looked up along her body to the bottom of her chin and up into her nostrils. Then he noticed that her pussy felt really wet against his lips.
She looked down at him looking up at her. "Get ready!" she said.
His nose was pressing lightly against her crotch, and the air-flow into his nose was slightly restricted, but not completely blocked by her flesh. Her pubic hair waved back and forth as he took slow measured breaths. She suddenly bore down on his jaw quite heavily. His thoughts were shattered when,
Gaaaa!
his mouth started filling with a hot salty liquid. She was really doing it! She was really peeing in his mouth! He held his breath as her pee collected at the back of his throat. He thought about swallowing, but he didn't think he could swallow while lying on his back, holding his breath, and while his jaw was being forced open by about 90 pounds of woman. He hoped that her bladder would empty before she filled his mouth. She finished with his mouth nearly full of her pee. She stood and looked down at him.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
He swallowed a couple of times, then took a deep breath.
"Yeah! I'm okay. But that was weird."
During their e-mail chats, he had told her that this would be his first time as a toilet slave. She had told him that she would have preferred an experienced toilet slave, but it's hard to find guys willing to do this. The last time she answered an ad from a guy wanting to be a toilet slave, he had so many women answering his ad that he had put her on a waiting list.
"You need to swallow as I pee," she told him.
"Yeah, I'll try."
She sat back down, and resumed peeing.
"He tried to gulp it down while she was sitting on his face, but only managed to spit some out the corners of his mouth."
She stood after a moment to let him swallow again. "One more time," she said.
She sat again and, this time, he managed to swallow some while she was peeing.
She then stood and said, "I'm done."
Then she lowered the lid, turned off the light, and added, "Expect me again sometime during the night."
"Okay," he answered.
From her bathroom, he heard water run briefly, followed by the _scrunch-scrunch_ sound of her brushing her teeth. Then a moment later, even the light from the bathroom was extinguished, and he was plunged into total darkness.
By that time, he had to pee, himself, and he was glad for the plumbing that she had attached to him. He relieved himself into that PVC pipe hanging on his dick.
He heard her move about the house for a while, and eventually went to silence. Part of his agreement with her was that he would be her toilet slave 24x7 during the whole weekend. He would even sleep in the human-toilet apparatus. He had no idea how fast time went by, but he eventually dozed off.
"...wake up! Wake up!"
"Wha? Huh?" he said with a yawn.
"I have to take a leak. Come on! Open up!"
He took in a breath and opened his mouth. She was wearing a large tee-shirt as a nightgown, with no bra or panties. She lifted it up, to show him her bare ass yet again.
As before, she sat on him with her muff pressed against his nose and her pussy over his mouth. It was dry this time. Again, her pee flowed into his mouth. It was a struggle to swallow while his mouth was being held open, but he managed to swallow while she was peeing without spilling any.
She finished after a moment and then stood. Without saying anything, she lowered the lid, turned off the light, and returned to bed.
