Ch 09 Dinner At The Abbey

It was a big room with intricate wallpaper and high ceilings. There were paintings hanging on the walls that depicted scenes from the renaissance. Plenty of plump women in the nude and fancy men with small penises. I suppose it was the trend in those days.

There were 4 servants standing next to both doors by the entrance to the kitchen. Two of the male servants were dressed as you might expect, wearing black pants, white shirts and a tie. The other 2 women were shocking to look at. Their arms were bound behind their backs in what looked like a long leather sleeve with laces, and they wore latex face masks to cover their mouths. They were covered in red latex from head to toe except for some black leather strapping. They also had a broad serving tray fixed to their waist and extending in front, supported by 2 thin wires under tension leading up to a tight collar that each lady wore around her neck. Each tray held 4 flutes of sparkling wine.

In the dining room there were only 6 place settings. Originally Tim and Lexi were going to be eating with us, but they're now somewhere else in the depths of this gigantic estate. Each place setting had a name written in calligraphy. I saw the name Toilet written on the first card, and next to her was Tim & Lexi. I went to the other side of the table and found my name. I was in between Lassie and Chandy.

I took my place behind my chair and waited. Then I saw Georgie enter with a beautiful woman that I think was born a man, but it was very hard to tell. She was mixed race, probably black with some kind of southern European heritage, almost as tall as me and had beautiful hair. I found out her name was Lassie because she was ushered over to stand at the place setting to my left. She looked very nervous. She stood there in a white summer dress with her hands clasped in front of her and she smiled shyly at me.

Next to enter the dining room was definitely the lady named Toilet. She was the woman wearing latex head to toe with a buttplug tail. She jumped around and looked way too excited for the vibe of the room. She smiled towards me and Lassie and then bobbed up and down.

Finally, Chandy entered the room. Chandy looked like the girl next door. She wore tight, faded blue jeans and a Pearl Jam t-shirt. She sported a nose ring and a simple braid in her blond hair. She had a nice figure and looked very comfortable with everything that was happening.

"Chandy, nice to see you. Glad you could make it! I know you're a busy girl with such a full house!" said Mistress Angela.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, I look forward to this dinner all year. It's like dining at a Michelin restaurant!" said Chandy.

"Well, I wouldn't know about that of course," Mistress Anglea said and shuddered. "But I'm glad you enjoy it!"

Mistress Angela then addressed everyone in the room: "Thank you all for coming to the Abbey. This dinner has become an annual event that all of our house guests look forward to. As I mentioned earlier, each lady has been asked to hold their bowel movements between 1 and 2 days, and they have paid special attention to their diets so they could make exactly the right flavors, quantities and consistencies. Now I know our guests are hungry so please read through our À La Carte menu and take a look at what we have on offer tonight. Only those with a place setting will be sitting; the rest of us will be sipping champagne and eating hors d'oeuvres. Have a seat."

Lina, Georgia, Jin and Layla stood off in the corner and were sipping on their champagne. Lina smiled at me and blew a kiss with a little wave. This was very fancy. I pulled out my chair but for some reason it got caught on the table cloth. I lifted the tale cloth and as I saw the reason, I heard others around the table utter words of concern. There was a 8" dildo strapped to the base of the seat!

"Oh, and I forgot to mention. Your partners have picked your seats for you, so don't look at me," she smiled. "If you have any issues with that, just raise your hand."

I was thinking about raising my hand, but everyone else seemed to be working out their own situation. I looked next to me at Lassie's predicament and she had a butt plug in the shape of a teardrop that must have been 10" long and maybe 5" wide.

I looked over towards Chandy and she just had a normal seat, which I thought was unfair. Toilet had a special seat on account of the butt plug tail she wore. Her chair actually allowed her to kneel, which I thought was considerate. Tim and & Lexi weren't in attendance so who knows what their chairs looked like.

No point in being bashful now - I took my pants off and used some of the lube that was placed on the seat to get it ready, and I did my best. I hovered on top of the dildo and eased myself down onto it. All that buttplug training was about to seriously pay off! I descended more and more, but then it stopped. It wasn't that it was painful - it just seemed like it wouldn't go any further. Lina came by to have a chat.

"Hey babe, having fun?" said Lina, smirking.

"I think it's too big. I don't think it will go in," I said in a panic.

"Here, I can help," and then she sat on the table and spread her legs in front of me. She started to rub my shoulders and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in towards her bosom.

"Ease it in babe. You can do it," and she rubbed my back. I started to moan and I cleared my head. Gradually I started to relax and the dildo on my chair slid deeper and deeper.

"There you go. Good boy," she said.

And finally I felt my naked ass touch the cold wooden seat. It was in, and it was huge. And I strangely felt a quiet appreciation for Lina. On the one hand, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her, but now that I am here, I'm very grateful that she's here to help me.

Next to me I saw Lassie struggling. Georgie was also trying to help Lassie with the 10" butt plug. Her dress was lifted and my suspicions were correct; Lassie had an equivalent 10" cock dangling in front.

Georgie then whispered something into Lassie's ear and she quickly clenched and grunted herself down onto the butt plug. She was secure, but sweating. After she had a chance to get her bearings she said to me "well done honey!"

"I'm impressed! What did Georgie say to you?" I said.

"Oh, she told me that I was embarrassing myself, and that I'd better hurry or else I would pay dearly when I got home."

Lina is much nicer to me, thank goodness! "Nice to meet you, I'm John."

"You too! I'm Lassie. And I don't want to shock you, but I'm trans," she said.

"And I eat shit for dinner sometimes," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Haha, so do I!" said Lassie. And with that exchange, a friendship was born.

"I'm glad you're all seated. Now please open your menus. Our waiters will come by in a few minutes," said Mistress Angela.

John was reading the menu.

Appetizers

Poo Croquettes

Chips and Dip

Entrees

Bangers, Mash and Mushy Peas

Adelia's Spicy Curry with Rice

Vegetarian Paella

Steak Tartare (60 oz)

Dessert

Chocolate Mousse with Fresh Berries

I had to snap out of it. This was totally bizarre. I was about to order a dinner where every course on the menu was made from shit. I turned to look at Lina for reassurance but she was having a conversation with Georgie and didn't notice.

I thought about it and decided on the chips and dip, the steak tartare and the only dessert on the menu.

It looked like everyone else had made a selection too as menus were put down and closed. Chandy and Toilet were making small talk. I could overhear and it sounded like Chandy has been living at the Abbey for over a year now. I think I heard her say something about being a 'toilet-on-call'. I'll have to ask her about that.

Then a waiter came by to take our order and I was asked if I would like a glass of fresh champagne. We all said yes.

A woman dressed in a short skirt came over with a quick pace. One by one she took a glass from each place setting, lifted her skirt and pissed in a champagne flute. She managed to fill all 4 and then she looked quite relieved. The 4 of us all clinked glasses at the table, and our partners standing behind did as well. We sipped our drinks and they were really delicious! This piss tasted much sweeter and more complex than what I've had before. Maybe I'm becoming a connoisseur!

After a few minutes I got to chatting to Chandy. She said she met Mistress Angela at a gay bar near her college. She was invited back to the Abbey after a few days of play, she decided on a new career path. She went back to the city, dropped out of college, packed her belongings and decided to take a full time role as the house toilet. Before I had a chance to ask, she said "yes, it's exactly as it sounds!"

"Has anyone explained how the Abbey operates?" Chandy asked.

"Not really. I gather that this place focuses on toilet slavery, but apart from that I'm not quite sure."

"Oh, toilet slavery is just one of Mistress Angela's areas of interest. She founded the Abbey 7 years ago with the vision to create a retreat for dominant women to come and hone their skills through dedicated practice. Toilet slavery is quickly becoming the main focus of the Abbey, but we practice pony play, ass worship, extended bondage, BDSM, pain and torture, if you can think of it, it's probably available at the Abbey. The important thing to always remember at the Abbey, however, is that everything is consensual. We have universal safe word. Has anyone told what it is?"

"No, not yet."

"I guess that means you haven't had a chance to play yet! Our safe word is quite simple. It's 'Arrêt', which is French for 'Stop'. It's important to remember in case you need it. But just remember, use it once and you'll be asked to leave the premises within an hour."

"Interesting. Has anyone ever used it before?" I asked.

"Oh sure, a few times. But they almost always beg to stay afterwards. I almost used it in my first week here." Chandy said.

"What happened?" I asked, very interested at this point.

"It was during a week where we were hosting a group of Trans women. I was encouraged to consume more than I ever had before, and these ladies did not have any respect for their diets! My insides were burning and I nearly fainted. Mistress Angela saw that I could no longer function so she saved me. She told the ladies I was 'clogged' and in need of some rest. She told me to head up to her chambers and that I could regain my strength over the next few days by serving as her personal toilet. You may see it while you're here. Her bathroom is amazing! I won't ruin it for you. Anyway, I didn't use the safe word thank goodness, and I'm still here!"

Just then our appetizers started to arrive. Chandy said "well John, you're going to love this. Hopefully I get to feed from you before you leave! I especially like the idea of eating poo that has been twice digested!" She smiled and took a bite of her poo croquettes.

My chips and dip arrived. The smell was overpowering, but not disgusting. I was getting used to it. I picked up a chip and took a scoop of poo and crunched. It was heavy on the bitterness, but had a woody after taste. I think whoever served this dish must have had a lot of bran and whole grains.

Lassie and Toilet were enjoying themselves. They both ordered the croquettes and finished theirs quickly. It looks like Chandy had ordered something off the menu. She was served what looked like a creamy chocolate milkshake, and it was thin enough to drink through a straw.

Next it was time for the main course. The doors to the kitchen opened and in walked 4 beautiful ladies, each completely naked and carrying a dish.

First up was a short and stout lady. She approached Toilet and said "just to confirm, will the lady be having bangers, mash and mushy peas?"

"Yes please!" she explained, clearly quite excited.

The naked lady placed the plate on the table and stepped up. She straddled the plate with her back towards Toilet and started pushing out a perfectly formed knobby log. She pinched to cut it off and then continued with the second. They dropped onto the plate and looked like 2, thick sausages. Next came in a much smaller lady holding her stomach. She got on the table quickly and started pushing. She dribbled out some runny, green-looking shit next to the sausages. Finally one of the bound servers walked by with her serving tray. On it was a dish with mashed potatoes. The first lady that produced the turds provided 2 scoops to complete the dish. Then she said "2 English style sausages made from grass fed beef, accompanied with gastric slow-cooked mushy peas and a side of mashed potatoes. Please enjoy."

"The second approached Lassie and said "Miss, will you be having the vegetarian paella?"

"Yes darlin'. That's right," she said in a delightful southern accent.

She stepped up onto the table and eased out a butt plug. She set it on the table and began to push out a mixture that looked exactly like a paella! She said "Here at the Abbey we have a different take on paella. First we par-boiled the rice and blanched the vegetables. We then infused my bowels with the chopped vegetables and inserted a large butt plug to cook for 24 hours. This was last night. Now the paella should be perfectly cooked. I hope you enjoy it!"

She stepped down. "Shall I leave the plug on the table for you and your guests?"

What a question. What are we supposed to do with that?

"Yes please!" Toilet picked up the butt plus and began to clean it with her tongue.

"Would you like some more champagne?" asked the lady.

"Yes, definitely!" said Toilet.

The lady grabbed the glass and quickly filled it.

Then it was Chandy's turn. The third lady said "Chandy, always with the curry! Haha!"

Chandy smiled. "I love it spicy, you know that Adelia!"

Adelia got up on the table and picked up the bowl that was sitting on Chandy's plate. She picked up what looked like a plastic cylindrical splash guard. She expertly positioned it to avoid any splatter and she opened her bowels. Chunks of shit burst out into the bowl with diarrhea. Sometimes it's true that it looks the same coming out as it did going in.

"Today's curry was inspired by the flavors of India and Pakistan. My diet included lentils, nightshades, eggplant, heavy cream and several chutneys."

"Ooh, yum!" said Chandy!

A latex server girl came by with a bowl of rice. Chandy served herself a small amount and thanked the girl.

Adelia got off the table. She was about to leave when Chandy grabbed her hand. "Let me clean you up darling."

Adelia blushed and then bent over by pushing her bum out towards Chandy's face. Chandy grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart to reveal a quite messy crack. Chandy ran her tongue up and down trying to pick up every trace of shit curry.

"Thank you dear," said Chandy, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

Adelia then filled Chandy's glass and left the room.

Finally it was my turn and the last lady approached me. She was the tallest and most athletic of the group. She said "I presume you're having the steak tartare monsieur?"

"Yes, that's right," I said.

"I'm so glad," she said as she placed her hand on my arm and smiled. "I'm about to shit myself!"

She stepped up on the table, facing me. She positioned herself over the plate and grabbed my shoulder for balance. "I hope you don't mind sir? I've been preparing your meal for almost a week now."

"Of course." I said nervously.

She tried to pull her ass cheeks apart with her other free hand and out came my dinner. It had a similar consistency to the paella, but a bit firmer. It held its shape as it coiled around the plate in perfect circles. I once saw someone eat a 48 oz steak, so I can only imagine what a 60 oz shit looks like!

The lady kept pushing and as it was nearing the end the consistency was looking softer. Finally she was done, and she started to relax. Her chest was heaving and she glistened with perspiration.

"There we are sir, a 60 oz steak tartare. In keeping with the theme for this dish, my diet this week was French cuisine. I do hope you enjoy it!"

My face must have looked like I was shocked. Lina came over and said "John, please thank the lady for her incredible effort and this well presented meal you're about to eat!"

"Oh, yes. Thank you! My compliments to the chef. Err... I guess that's you! It looks very nice!"

Mistress Angela moved back to the front of the table. "Thank you ladies. And to my dinner guests, please enjoy. If you would like a refill of your champagne, our servers will be coming by as you need. We offer bottomless drinks at this dinner so don't be shy."

Everyone seated had a quick glance at each other and tentatively started eating. The feeling of shame and humiliation was intense but it was strangely enjoyable to be sharing it with others. The idea that I should sit here voluntarily consuming human excrement with a massive dildo up my ass scrambled my brain, but for some reason I was more turned on than ever before. My cock was aching.

I took a mouthful and my tastebuds came to life. It was gritty, complex and pungent. Everyone was eating but I got the sense that I was the focus of attention. They called it steak tartare, but it's hard to disguise a massive pile of shit. In any case I made a big effort to keep up with the others. Chandy was eating her spicy curry, Toilet was slicing up her sausage and dipping morsels into har mash and mushy peas, and Lassie was forcing herself to eat her vegetarian paella. Of all the dinner guests I was most concerned with Lassie - she looked like she was about to cry, but she didn't stop.

I was about half way done when Lina came over. She whispered in my ear: "you've done so well, but no one has ever finished the 60 oz before." I got the feeling she was challenging me.

"I'll just have a bit more," I said, looking to please

The others all finished up a few minutes later, and I was still going. I didn't want to quit. I kept shoveling the shit into my mouth and swallowing, almost without thinking. One of the girls would walk by every few minutes to fill up my glass. I had a few mouthfuls to go and everyone stopped talking and focused on my plate.

Mistress Angela said "John, you really don't need to finish, but this is a valiant effort!"

I continued as if I had something to prove, although much slower than I started.

Mistress Angela said "if you manage to finish this, I'll make sure to save you a seat at this table every year we host this dinner. This is remarkable!"

My stomach was distended and I was starting to sweat, but my determination has never been greater. I scooped up the last mouthful and swallowed. I had finished, and I was reveling at the depths of disgust that I'd reached. At that moment I wondered what my friends would think.

I took the last mouthful and everyone clapped. Lina approached and said "well done baby, I knew you had it in you!"

Mistress Angela said "John, you are a natural. I don't suppose you have room for dessert?"

I really didn't, but I didn't want to disappoint. "I may need a few minutes but I could probably have a small one."

"Right. Well let's head out into the gardens and have dessert as we catch the last light of the day," said Mistress Angela.

Everyone got up to leave the room, and I tried to as well, but didn't get far as I still had a huge dildo buried in my ass. I looked at Lassie and she smiled at me. She had managed to stand but the chair came with her! Everyone laughed at this. It was amazing to me that she could be embarrassed at this fact considering the meal we just had, but I guess everyone was laughing at her expense, and it was pretty funny to be fair.

Chandy came over and said "easy does it. I can help you up," and she grabbed my arm and I slowly pushed myself up off my chair with her help. It slid out faster towards the end and wobbled in the air after I was standing.