I am Mistress Lucy's toilet slave. This is my diary.

I am Brittany's human toilet, and my existence revolves around serving her perverse desires. From the moment I wake up, I am at her beck and call, ready to swallow her waste at a moment's notice. I never imagined my life would take such a twisted turn, but here I am, trapped in a cycle of degradation and humiliation. Brittany takes great pleasure in using me as her personal toilet, and the sound of her laughter fills my ears as she unleashes her bodily functions upon me. The pungent smell of her waste fills my nostrils, making me gag and struggle to retain my composure. But somehow, I ...

"It's simple," she said, standing up and walking behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders. "You have submissive tendencies, Michael. You want to serve, even if you haven't fully realized it yet." Her fingers traced lines down my arms, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. "And I," she continued, "am someone who thrives on control. I can guide you, mold you. I can fulfill that need you didn’t even know you had." Her words wrapped around me like a silk noose. When she turned my chair to face her, I couldn't look away. "And how would you do that?" I asked, hardly recognizing my own ...

"But I do have a proposition for you," Ayumi said, leaning forward. "You see, I have a little secret, and I need someone I can trust to share it with." I was intrigued but also a little scared. "What kind of secret?" I asked hesitantly. Ayumi looked away for a moment, as if contemplating whether to reveal her secret or not. Finally, she turned back to me and said, "I'm into femdom, and more specifically, toilet slavery." My head spun with confusion and disgust. I had never heard of anything like this before, and the mere thought of it made my stomach churn. But at the same time, Ayumi's ...

Life as Emma's toilet slave is both repulsive and exhilarating. Every day, I am subjected to the most degrading and perverse acts imaginable, serving as Emma's personal human toilet. At first, I was horrified by the thought of being used in such a way, but over time, I have come to accept my fate. Emma is a master of manipulation, teasing me with her playful words and cruel affection. She takes pleasure in my degradation, relishing in the power she holds over me. Each day, she unleashes a torrent of her waste into my mouth, laughing at the noises I make as I swallow it down. I can't help ...