Countess Jillian's locked toilet slave...
... is what I dream to someday be. The strong, demanding, and brutally dominant countess is a demanding mistress. To be her slave I have to be locked 24/7 without exception, and submit totally and completely to her. I basically need her permission to breath, that is how much control she must have over me. If I am to help her with her intimacies, there is no way that I should be allowed to have erections, much less so with my clit nub being so small. It can never satisfy her, so it should never satisfy me. But I am never to speak a single word to the countess; she is above me in every respect, and I do not deserve to speak in her presence. She controls my orgasms, whose only purpose is to keep me from getting used to the denial, and make the horniness that much more unbearable. She feeds me my clitty cream, to keep me on a cum eating diet, which is completed by all the men she brings in and makes me take in the ass and throat. Only on holidays does she not force me to eat cum, and that is when she arranges a 20 men gangbang for me, and they can finish wherever they please. To show my devotion to the divine countess, I still scoop up as much cum as I can and eat it up.
To be the best toilet slave the lovely countess can have, is to always and forever love and be in love with the countess. I must be completely in love with all her scents, smells, sounds, aromas, tastes, and flavours. I must never falter or sway in my devotion to the physical aspects of the countess. The mental aspect is the easiest part. Because of the countess' natural dominance, it is easy for a submissive smalldick like me to immediately fall to my knees in front of her and submit. It is what I have been prepared for ever since I realized how small my weewee was. What is not so well-trained is my sense of duty, and that is where the toilet slavery comes in. It teaches me that, even in the extremes, I will always be the countess' loving and devoted locked slave - her property, and nothing more. The toilet slavery enforces the belief that I am only worth as much as my devotion to the countess, and I have to constantly show it to her to prove me worthy of her dominance and teaching.
The usual procedures of a normal day start in the morning, when the countess wakes up. She rings her bell to summon me. She always takes a shower in the morning, so I follow her there. She rarely wastes a breath on me, and counts on me knowing exactly what to do. She takes off her clothes, and hands them to me to clean; the new clothes are always prepared the night before. She sits down on the toilet, and I place my mouth over her pussy. She urinates and defecates, and I drink all her sweet golden nectar. She then gets up so I can lick her pussy clean of her piss. Then she turns around so I can do the same with her anus. The countess' body is made to worshipped, so I lick her anus clean of her divine feces. I love the tastes and smells of the countess, but it is nothing that must ever show. I am only made to service her, and to stay focused on it. I have been trained to take deep breathes, and sometimes bites, of her feces in the toilet bowl. Once ready, she steps into the shower. I turn the water on, and start to rub the countess' body with soap, and shampoo her hair. It is now we see how important it is that I am locked and trained properly; the countess possesses a truly divine body which would take over the mind of any ordinary man. But her devoted slave must stay true to the task at all times, so the chastity belt is crucial.
When she brushes her teeth, needles to say, she spits into my mouth.
During the day, I am with her to handle all her toilet needs. Sometimes she shoves my face deep into her divine feces and walkes out of the bathroom, chuckling quietly. Sometimes she is not content with me just drinking her piss, but pisses all over me in the shower. I then have to clean it all up, of course.
I also handle all of the countess' hair removals: I shave her legs, and trim her anus and pussy hairs. I am not to waste a single divine hair from the countess' body, but keep them in a jar. The countess always makes sure to trap as much aroma as possible when it is time for hair removal, so the jar keeps the wonderful scent of the countess. I have been trained to take two deep breathes from that jar every day.
In that jar I also keep the countess' toe nails and finger nails. When she sees that I need some encouragement, she order me to take one handful of hair and nails and stuff it into my ass, and one handful on my pillow, before going to sleep. That is to remind me that I am her property, and that it is entirely at her mercy that I can have this wonderful life.
When the countess has her girlfriends over (her boytoys are an entirely different story), I am their toilet slave too. Anytime the countess or one of her girlfriends need to go, I am there to handle all their needs. Sometimes they want to test me, and take turns. They then have me lie on my back, and the put a hollow chair over my face, and they each piss and shit over my face. Being the well trained devoted toilet slave of the one and only divine countess Jillian, I take it all, and silently beg for more. The countess knows when automatically when I hit any limits, and being the merciful and loving mistress that she is, she always goes well beyond them. The toilet slave is nothing more than the countess' property, and must not have any limits as to what it will do to satisfy the countess.
To be the best toilet slave the lovely countess can have, is to always and forever love and be in love with the countess. I must be completely in love with all her scents, smells, sounds, aromas, tastes, and flavours. I must never falter or sway in my devotion to the physical aspects of the countess. The mental aspect is the easiest part. Because of the countess' natural dominance, it is easy for a submissive smalldick like me to immediately fall to my knees in front of her and submit. It is what I have been prepared for ever since I realized how small my weewee was. What is not so well-trained is my sense of duty, and that is where the toilet slavery comes in. It teaches me that, even in the extremes, I will always be the countess' loving and devoted locked slave - her property, and nothing more. The toilet slavery enforces the belief that I am only worth as much as my devotion to the countess, and I have to constantly show it to her to prove me worthy of her dominance and teaching.
The usual procedures of a normal day start in the morning, when the countess wakes up. She rings her bell to summon me. She always takes a shower in the morning, so I follow her there. She rarely wastes a breath on me, and counts on me knowing exactly what to do. She takes off her clothes, and hands them to me to clean; the new clothes are always prepared the night before. She sits down on the toilet, and I place my mouth over her pussy. She urinates and defecates, and I drink all her sweet golden nectar. She then gets up so I can lick her pussy clean of her piss. Then she turns around so I can do the same with her anus. The countess' body is made to worshipped, so I lick her anus clean of her divine feces. I love the tastes and smells of the countess, but it is nothing that must ever show. I am only made to service her, and to stay focused on it. I have been trained to take deep breathes, and sometimes bites, of her feces in the toilet bowl. Once ready, she steps into the shower. I turn the water on, and start to rub the countess' body with soap, and shampoo her hair. It is now we see how important it is that I am locked and trained properly; the countess possesses a truly divine body which would take over the mind of any ordinary man. But her devoted slave must stay true to the task at all times, so the chastity belt is crucial.
When she brushes her teeth, needles to say, she spits into my mouth.
During the day, I am with her to handle all her toilet needs. Sometimes she shoves my face deep into her divine feces and walkes out of the bathroom, chuckling quietly. Sometimes she is not content with me just drinking her piss, but pisses all over me in the shower. I then have to clean it all up, of course.
I also handle all of the countess' hair removals: I shave her legs, and trim her anus and pussy hairs. I am not to waste a single divine hair from the countess' body, but keep them in a jar. The countess always makes sure to trap as much aroma as possible when it is time for hair removal, so the jar keeps the wonderful scent of the countess. I have been trained to take two deep breathes from that jar every day.
In that jar I also keep the countess' toe nails and finger nails. When she sees that I need some encouragement, she order me to take one handful of hair and nails and stuff it into my ass, and one handful on my pillow, before going to sleep. That is to remind me that I am her property, and that it is entirely at her mercy that I can have this wonderful life.
When the countess has her girlfriends over (her boytoys are an entirely different story), I am their toilet slave too. Anytime the countess or one of her girlfriends need to go, I am there to handle all their needs. Sometimes they want to test me, and take turns. They then have me lie on my back, and the put a hollow chair over my face, and they each piss and shit over my face. Being the well trained devoted toilet slave of the one and only divine countess Jillian, I take it all, and silently beg for more. The countess knows when automatically when I hit any limits, and being the merciful and loving mistress that she is, she always goes well beyond them. The toilet slave is nothing more than the countess' property, and must not have any limits as to what it will do to satisfy the countess.
7 years ago
