DOMestic Bdsm and Female Domination

surfer's Toilet Training: Chapter 1

"surfer, get in here. NOW!" Mistress spoke firmly and loudly and
although he was two rooms away, surfer heard Her call him loud
and clear. He dropped what he was doing and came quickly.

"surfer, kneel in front of me, and before anything else, kiss my
feet. That's a good boy. Now, I have something to talk to you
about."

surfer had a quick pang shoot through his gut. Was he in trouble
for something?

"surfer, I understand you have a lot of fantasies about Golden
Showers and drinking piss. Is that correct?" She asked him this
in a very a stern manner that made him quiver a bit.

surfer looked down, feeling a bit ashamed and guilty. "Yes
Mistress," he said still looking downward.

"Look at me, surfer. You have permission to look me in the
eyes."

surfer looked up obeying this direct order. Usually, he was not
allowed to look at his Mistress directly in the eyes and he felt
uncomfortable doing so even with permission.

Mistress spoke again, "surfer, I want you to look me in the eyes
and admit to me that you fantasize about drinking piss, My piss
in particular."

surfer's throat felt tight but he managed to squeeze out a few
words. "Yes Mistress, I think about drinking Your piss all the
time."

There, he had said it, out load and clear, something he had
never really admitted to anyone before.

Mistress put her fingers around surfer's mouth and squeezed.
This forced his mouth open quite a bit and was something
Mistress did often when she wanted his complete, undivided
attention. She used her grip to tilt his head back so there was
no way he could look away.

"Well surfer, I have decided that in addition to your other
duties as my submissive, I am going to train you to be my
toilet. After the proper amount of training and acclimation I
will expect you to consume every drop of piss that comes out of
my body. I am also going to train you to worship my piss as if
it were my very essence."

surfer felt his heart begin to beat faster. He didn't know what
to say but it would have been hard to say anything the way
Mistress was squeezing his mouth.

Mistress spoke again, "This is not something we are going to
play around with. It's all or nothing. Either you will agree to
be my toilet or we will drop this whole thing and you can just
keep thinking about it in that dirty little mind of yours. So
decide here and now, do you agree to become my personal piss
toilet?"

In surfer's dreams, this was something he had always wanted and
now it was being offered. His mind was racing. Could he really
do it? He had so many doubts but there was only one answer.

"Yes Mistress. Please train me to be your toilet."

"Know my little pet that once we embark down this road, there is
no turning back. You will be trained for this duty and no matter
how hard or difficult it becomes, I will do whatever it takes
and use all possible methods to turn you into my toilet slave.
No u-turns. No turning back. Understand?"

Now surfer was a little scared. Rarely had he heard Mistress
sound this serious before.

"Yes Mistress. I understand." Now it was done. He had agreed. He
had been warned and yet he had agreed a second time. He felt as
if his fate was sealed.

"Good," said Mistress, and she released her grip on surfer's
face.

surfer quickly looked down again where he felt safer. He loved
to look at his Mistress's feet and she was always wearing high
heels, which added to the visual appeal.

"Kiss my feet again."

surfer complied without hesitation.

"Now, I will start putting toilet training sessions on the
schedule. There will be special rules that apply during these
sessions. First your name will be simply 'toilet' because that's
what you are. You will not be allowed to speak because toilets
never talk. You will not be allowed to cum for at least three
days before any toilet training session."

surfer was used to orgasm denial by now but Mistress rarely made
him go three days without coming.

"Also, during your training as a toilet, you will wear the
following items and these items only: your collar, your CB, and
your rubber inflatable butt plug. Do you understand your rules,
toilet."

Mistress had called him "toilet" for the first time. Was this a
training session? He was soon to find out.

"Yes Mistress, I understand my rules."

Suddenly, she slapped his down-turned face.

"It seems you do not, understand your rules, toilet. You are off
to a very bad start. Toilets do not speak."

Now surfer understood his error.

Mistress grabbed a hand full of surfer's hair and pulled his
head back. She put her face inches from his and yelled, "Let's
try this again. Do you understand your rules, toilet?"

surfer nodded, hoping this response was what She wanted. No slap
this time so maybe he got it right.

"Now, I know you are wondering why I want the butt plug in you."

It's true he was wondering just that. He was not left wondering
for long.

"As you know, toilet, that device has a tube running through
which we have used for enemas. My intention is not to merely
train you to accept my piss in your mouth although it will
certainly go there frequently. You will also learn to accept my
pure essence into your ass and also back through the little hole
in the end of your cock. Your piss will be my piss and that
reminds my of another rule. You will not be allowed to relieve
yourself during toilet training. At times you will spend many
hours as my toilet so I will fit you with a tube to drain your
piss out when it suits me to do so."

This was starting to sound like more than he had bargained for
but the deal was done.

Mistress snapped another order. "Turn around, toilet so I can
insert your butt plug."

She used her heel to help him around. He felt the sharp stiletto
heal heel dig into his thigh.

"Ass up, toilet."

He felt Her apply lube and then with a firm push she slid the
rubber device into his ass. He felt it grow pump by pump as
Mistress squeezed the bulb to inflate the plug. It was feeling
tight and full. She tested it by giving it a hard tug. It didn't
come out.

"Face me, toilet."

surfer turned around facing his Mistress again. He could feel
the rubber tube from the butt plug waving around like a tail.

"Hold this, toilet." Mistress handed him a large drinking glass.
"Hold it with two hands between my legs."

surfer thought he knew what was coming next.

Mistress pulled up her skirt and with her fingers pulled her
pussy lips gently apart over the rim of the glass. Light yellow
piss began to flow from her pussy into the glass. Mistress
pissed until the glass was nearly full.

"toilet, this glass is the alter of my piss. It is the place
where your will worship my piss. Bring the glass up near your
nose. I want you to breathe only through your nose so you must
smell my piss. Mmmm, that's good, toilet. Breathe in the fumes
from my piss. Now, put the glass on the floor and bend down and
put your nose as close as possible without going in. Smell my
piss, toilet. Make every breath full with my piss vapor. Reach
down with your hand and wiggle your CB. Feel a little pleasure
and learn to associate that with my piss, but don't you dare
cum. Now stick your tongue out and touch the surface of my piss
with the tip of your tongue. Good toilet. Stick your tongue in
my piss. You want to drink it don't you, toilet?"

surfer tried to nod but it was difficult to do while bending
down over a glass filled with piss with his tongue sticking out.
Still, he managed a slight nod of his head.

"Lower your head until your lips are touching my piss, toilet.
Now drink my piss, toilet. Suck it up into your mouth and
swallow it."

It would have been easier with a straw, surfer thought, but
still he managed to slurp some of the warm urine into his mouth.
Swallowing was harder and he had to lift his head up to get it
down.

Mistress could see his difficulty.

"toilet, kneel up and hand me the glass. I'll make this a little
easier for you."

Mistress took the glass and set it down. She went behind her
kneeling toilet slave where she quickly locked his wrists behind
his back with a pair of metal cuffs. She did the same with his
ankles. While she was back there she grabbed the tube from the
tube plug and gave it a few tugs.

"Just want to make sure your plug is nice and full. Here, lets
give that bulb another squeeze and make it even fuller. We would
not want it coming out now would we?"

surfer hoped she didn't really expect an answer but he shook his
head slightly in response. No slap. He must have done it right.

Mistress returned to surfer's front side. Now he was bound and
kneeling. Mistress picked up the glass and was also holding a
small eyedropper.

"toilet, open your mouth wide and tilt your head back."

Mistress filled the eyedropper from the glass of her piss and
squeezed the contents into surfer's mouth.

"Is that good, toilet? Is my piss delicious? Here is some more."

Mistress squeezed another eyedropper full into surfer's mouth.
It was only a few drops at a time and barely enough to swallow
but the flavor filled his mouth.

"toilet, this is going to take a while but I am going to dropper
this entire glass into your mouth no matter how long it takes. I
want you to savor every drop."

surfer was resigned to it. It took twenty minutes to empty the
glass, dropper by dropper, into his mouth. He swallowed little
bits at a time. Mistress was silent until the glass was empty.

"Well now you've done it. You are a piss drinker, a toilet, a
receptacle for my urine. Maybe this is all I will use you for
now. I just don't know. You seem to take to it naturally. Go
crawl over to the corner and kneel there with the taste of my
piss in your mouth and a whole glass of my piss inside you while
I get ready for lesson number two!"