Birmingham 2015

We started speaking in an alternative night club that I ended up being convinced to go to. I took her outside into the smoking area as we could barely hear each other talk inside. She was rude as fuck, super blunt yet still flirting even if it was only with her eyes. She knew she was superior, that I was a little puppy waiting for her every command…

 Then she said it “ I need to go to the toilet wait here.” I retorted back that she could use me instead and she looked at me so confused so I just looked at her and opened my mouth, she laughed! She asked me if I was serious and I told her that if she comes outside with me now that she could go straight in my mouth and that I would’t waste a drop. With those words we left!

 We took a left out of the club and a left again at the end of the road and there was a private carpark, we walked inside to the nearest corner she told me how she was bursting and to lay down. I did as I was told and laid down on the cold concrete floor. She took her jeans off and then her flowery thong and stood directly above my face, before I could even open my mouth she unleashed one of the strongest streams I have ever felt hit my face. It was obvious she had been holding this in for a long time (I don’t blame her the queue for the women’s bathroom was ridiculously long.) It kept on going and going and I tried to gulp down as much of it as I possibly could like I had said.

When she finished she brought her pussy to my lips and made me lick her clean, she stayed sat on my face grinding harder and harder up against my lips. She couldn’t give a fuck about how much she was hurting me or the fact that my head was being forced against the hard concrete ground, she just wanted to climax! After she reached the height of her orgasm I asked her if she has ever had her ass eaten and she hadn’t but quickly turned round and presented it to me. It was absolutely filthy, it was almost 3 in the morning and she had obviously been dancing all night with her friends, who knows if she had even showered before she went out that evening, but obviously I lapped it up like I hadn’t tasted anything that delicious in years.

When she got up off of my face she picked up her thong and I asked her if I could keep it, she laughed but said I could, she pulled up her jeans while I was laid there soaking wet and still hadn’t given me her thong… I stood up freezing cold dripping wet but followed as she started to walk away. As we approached the corner before the club I asked again if I could have her dirty thong, she said I had to get on my knees and kiss her ass… This time I laughed but I knew it was the only way that I would receive them so I got down on my knees she pulled her jeans back down and I softly planted my lips on her ass and looked up and thanked her. She gave me her knickers and I watched as she walked off into the night… 

I was left having to go back into the club in a see-through t-shirt to go to the cloak room and ask for my jacket. My mate was no where to be seen and I had no other option but to walk 2 hours back to my other friends house, everyone was fast asleep and nobody could here me knocking so I had to climb over the back gate and sleep in the garden soaking wet covered in this girls piss.

Birmingham 2015

Brighton pride

As I’ve said many times, I believe my toilet boy should be used regularly by multiple users. Introducing a women to something totally new is always fun, often she discovers it’s actually something she enjoys herself, she’ll ask to use the toilet again or she sometimes actively seeks out her own toilet boy...

I’m not sure if Brighton pride’s pissers will make a habit of it, but it was very fun. We had spent the day roaming around drinking rum and coke trying to find interesting people to photograph and speak to. Of course, our conversation while floating around consisted of filth - it usually does. Later on in the evening we met up with a friend of mine at a bar, she was with another friend that I’d been wanting to meet. A little intoxicated I quickly offered up toilet boy for use, they both seemed to like the idea. We headed to the beach and grabbed some of the worst wine I’ve ever had. My new friend was the first lady that needed the loo, she was a little shy and asked me if I would use the toilet simultaneously, of course that wasn’t a problem. We found a quiet spot on the beach (so we thought), I positioned myself above the face and my friend took the torso, we both released, drenching it head to toe. We unfortunately had a spectator who asked us if we were in porn...we swiftly made a move. As we joined back up with the rest of the group further down the beach my old friend said she needed the toilet, we made our way back up to the ‘quiet spot’, this time there were two men lingering, they were firmly told to move on. (It seemed that our activities had caused some excitement for the locals!) The toilet laid down and my friend released herself all over its face with no hesitation, according to the toilet her fluids were amongst the sweetest and most delicious it had ever had.

The renting of a slave pt.2 (Her point of view)

I awoke, slightly nervous. Not the butterflies in the stomach, really edgy-type nervous, but nervous that I somehow wouldn't be as hot or as cute as what they saw in my pictures;  I stayed busy by doing a few things around the house and ran some errands, including picking up a couple of tasty beers, bottles of water and my favourite fruit - some fresh cherries; I wanted to kick back and enjoy this as much as possible.
That week had been a bit  s t r e s s f u l. I was keen to savour each moment of what was to come. I tried not to touch myself, but to be honest that was the hardest part. I was so turned on by the whole prospect of borrowing this cute little thing and wondered how it would be in real life after months of fantasising about what I would do if given the opportunity. Little did I know sending a few brief messages about wishing to become a subject in the photographs would actually become reality only a few days later. Beyond that, I would also get to use it as I pleased and have myself some fun.
When it arrived, I was pleasantly surprised to see a baby pink-clad softie stood shyly outside my door. I had become familiar with raw, raunchy, candid; I could sense it was nervous.
I kept my cool and skipped the small-talk. I beckoned it to follow me through my flat and into my bedroom where I had already set up camp on the sofa below my mezzanine bed. Now wasn't the time for talking. I wanted my feet and ass worshiped; it would do as I pleased...

the rest is a bit if a blur.... my mind wanders.. 

Ongoing project...

The renting of a slave boy. Part 1

For a while I had toyed with the idea with sending my property off to a beautiful women's house so he can be used and she can be worshipped. Over the past few years our social media has generated a fair amount of interest in our sexual exploits, it seems some women want in! (Which neither of us are complaining about!) However, there hadn't been an appropriate candidate for 'unaccompanied' play, as much as it is a fantasy to send him off on his way the woman has to be right, she has to understand our dynamic and have total respect for our relationship. I started chatting to a lady online who was curious about our activities, there was something about her that seemed right, I quickly offered out my slave and suggested him up be used the following day. The rules were made clear and slave boy was informed of the time, the address and what was expected of him, he had no idea of what the lady looked like, her age or what we had discussed. He just knew he would be totally at the mercy of her desire. 

It had been a long time since I have had that feeling of going to meet someone and not having any real idea of what they look like or what sort of person they are going to be. Speaking to someone on the internet is a totally different experience to meeting somebody in real life, it is so easy to portray any character that you please, but this was different...
 I was given a mobile number and an address by my Mistress in the morning and told that everything was confirmed. I was being sent to somebody without me having any sense of autonomy, I hadn't spoken to this person or even seen what they looked like but I knew that they were expecting my arrival. I was given clear instructions of how I was allowed to serve and what rules I had to abide by whilst I was there. After the ritualistic shower and usual daily preparations I checked Google maps and started my way to a part of east London that I was very familiar with. As soon as I stepped out the door I had sent a text but received no reply so contacted my Mistress to make sure I had received the correct phone number, the last thing I'd want to do is travel all that way with no contact at all and them having backed out. Once I managed to get hold of the number I needed I repeated my message letting this woman know that I was on my way and an estimated time of arrival.
 I'm 10 minutes away and starting to get pretty nervous as I don't know what has been set up for me, so I send a message letting her know that I was scared and wondering in which way she wanted to use me, but her reply doesn't settle my nerves or give me much to go on...I'm outside now and my hearts in my throat, who's going to open the door? I hope she's hot? I wonder what the hell she is going to make me do? How did I end up living this life? The front door opens and there she is...
 I was most definitely pleasantly surprised, she was around about my age give or take a couple of years, slim figured and petite. I was greeted with a big smile and I was ushered in, I didn't expect to be in the presence of somebody that knew exactly what they wanted and be so forth coming with it. I tried to make small talk but was softly shut down by her Irish accent within minutes then instructed to worship this Goddess's feet through her nude stockings. I know there are a lot of people out there who are heavily into worshipping stockings but I myself love stockings to have been worn all day so they are drenched in the scent of that woman's feet or crotch... Although these stockings hadn't been worn the whole day, I knew she had decided to go for a 3 hour cycle in the morning and had decided not to wash before my arrival so I was still lucky enough to inhale the scent of her feet. After some time kissing, sucking and worshipping  her toes, soles and tops of her feet through the stockings I was guided by a finger and told to kiss and nibble. This woman knew what she was doing and knew that there was no rush, she had me under her control for at least 4 hours so took her time making me follow her fingers slowly up her calfs until I reached her inner thighs. I adore being beneath a woman and looking up at them completely immersed in their own selfish pleasure, knowing that through guidance I can provide total bliss...
 The subtleties of servitude and each and every woman's nuances in the sense of specific points of pleasure always amaze me, I love working out those specifics or even being given the key to unlock those points of pleasure, seeing her eyes closed and the very faint moans just at having me softly bite at her thighs gave me that nod that hopefully I will make sure to leave this woman totally satisfied.
 Miss A stood up and I knew it was time for one of my favourite endeavours, it was that time for me to worship and appreciate her soft derriere! I'd been hoping I would have that privilege on the way, for me ass worship goes hand in hand with my submission, I am a complete pygophiliac I live for the privilege of being face first in a woman's butt, but I wasn't given that pleasure for too long! I was made to only bite and kiss it for a matter of minutes before she decided to remove her stockings and strip herself of all her clothes other than panties, then I was made to repeat the process of worshipping her feet, calfs and thighs now that the stockings had been removed.

 To be continued...

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Have you eaten cucumbers?

Seeing my toilet boy used by multiple women has become a fun game for me, the more women I see urinate on him the happier I am. I’ve been asked multiple times why I get a thrill out of this; I just find it fun, I truly see this as its use and I love giving girls an experience they’ve never had before, perhaps one they hadn’t even conceived! I enjoy the concept that I own a male toilet and I choose to lend it out to who I please, it cannot say no…

We recently attended a protest in Soho and afterwards headed to the pub with the group of girls we were with to get intoxicated. The girls we were with were all in the adult industry and all very good fun, we of course discussed our preferences, shared stories and I joked with one of them that the toilet boy could taste specific food in urine, whether or not you smoked and even if you took medication!

Nicely merry we headed to a squat, upon arriving we are informed there were no toilets…my eyes lit up! The squat was pretty chilled and we found a room that was empty, we sat, drank and chatted. Naturally, one of the girls mentioned needing the toilet, as you can guess the toilet took itself to the corner and laid down fully clothed and awaited its fate!!! This pattern continued throughout the evening with four women, we all found it very amusing and enjoyed abusing our toilet…it always surprises me how nonchalant women are about use, pissing on a man often seems like the most natural thing to them!

Myself and one of the girls took a shine to one another, she particularly seemed to enjoyed using a male in this way and after we had all pissed on the toilet boy we went out on a mission to find women outside our circle. We fabricated a story that we were lesbian lovers with a toilet and managed to reel a newbie in…she walked over, pissed all over him and left the room with a big smile on her face!!!Shortly after this we were asked to leave the squat, much to my disappointment as I had big plans to get to double figures!!

If you are a female living in accommodation with no toilet you know who to speak to…!

forced consumption

Why do I "let" women use me as a toilet?

People always ask me why I’m into what I’m into and why I ‘let’ women use me as a toilet.

It’s always something that has come totally naturally to me, it has always felt right to lay beneath

a woman. I started to think about piss when I was around 8 years old, I lived on a estate and I had a

thing for my friend’s Mum. She was obviously much older than me and chavvy as fuck, I used to

fantasise about being locked in the house with her, her using me as her toilet for weeks on end and

not letting me leave.

My first proper girlfriend was at around 14, I’d make a point of going down on her straight after she

took a piss, I told her about my toilet fantasies but never seriously, I would make bets with her that I

would purposefully lose and the wager would be that if I lost I would have to do something ‘disgusting’

like drink her piss. I’d lose the bet and tell her that I would hold up my end of the deal but it just never

happened. I realised that what I wanted wasn’t for her.

At around 17 I started dating another girl, she was more open minded, a total virgin whose only previous

experience before me was being drunkenly fingered at a party. She was open minded and quickly took

to the role of being dominant as well as being extremely selfish when it came to pleasure. She could

sit on my face for hours on end until my tongue was too tired to work. She also really enjoy having her

asshole licked which for me was perfect, she always made sure to not wash for a few days and have

me lick it after she had been at work. She enjoyed it being sweaty and having me totally worship the

scent and after she was satisfied with me appreciating its aroma I would lick it clean. I felt comfortable

enough with her to tell her my fantasies in the hope that she could help fulfill my them. She didn’t bat

an eyelid when I told her, it was obvious she quite liked the idea of it. It started off pretty slow we never

jumped straight into it; she started off by pissing all over the toilet seat and making me lick that clean,

she’d piss in a glass and soak her knickers in the golden liquid, stuff them in my mouth or put them over

my face and fuck me. This progressed and soon after I was drinking straight from the source regularly.

As with anything, when you have something you want more, you want to push it. I would dream

about lying down in the ladies at fetish events, being used by multiple women multiple times. I like

the idea of being used as a toilet for an a party or a hen night. I guess total objectification

became more important and I craved to be used without any thoughts or feelings of how I felt about it.

It’s about female superiority, being reminded of my place, dropping my ego and alleviating all control.

I don’t want to be used for my benefit or because someone thinks i will enjoy it, I want to be used by

women that enjoy degrading me, laughing at me or just want to try it for the first time.

Fast forward a few years and I no longer have a say in who uses me as a toilet. My girlfriend informs

every woman that enters the house that I am the toilet and she would be very disappointed if that

facility wasn’t to be utilized! There has been countless women that have used me now without me

consenting to it whether I find them attractive or not, I like not having a say in the matter and being

passed around to whoever she chooses. I’m her property now, women ask her to use me and that’s

my life, the way it should be. I wonder who I will have to be under next...

From Berlin to London

Mistress & slave's point of view

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Sleep at our feet!