Excerpts from scat/toilet slave stories that really turned you on

Sep 6, 2014
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You know, when you read a good scat/toilet slave story, there are some parts you enjoy a lot, and other ones not so much. In a few occasions (too many few unfortunately) you come across a paragraph, sentence or dialogue that turns you on badly, to the point that you read that part repeatedly to squeeze all the juice out of the scene.

Do you remember excerpts or passages from scat/toilet slave stories that really turned you on?

I'll share a few ones that I enjoyed greatly back in the day:

1. From "Eternal Toilet Slave" by Hungry Guy, Erica teaching Jeremy about being a toilet slave:

"Hmmm," she said. "You've never been a slave before, so there's a few
things you need to learn. I'm pretty lenient, especially while you're new,
but the others won't be."

"No? What about Julie?" I couldn't wait for Julie to get home and see
me as her toilet slave.

"Ha! Julie's the hardest to please of all."

"Really?" I said.

"You have a lot to learn about being a slave, Jeremy."

"What's there to learn? Just drink your pee when you sit on me, right?"


"Well, the first thing you need to learn is respect. From now on, our
last names are Erica, Julie, Laurie, Darcie, and Francesca. Our first
names are all the same: Mistress."

"Okay Mistress Erica," I said. "I can deal with that."

"Good. The next thing to learn is gratitude."

"Well, I'm certainly grateful."

She slapped me gently and said, "Grateful, _who?"_

"I'm grateful, Mistress Erica."

"That's better. But you have to say 'Thank you'."

"Okay! Thank you, Mistress Erica."

"Good, but what are you thanking me for?"

"For letting me be your toilet slave, Mistress Erica?"

"Actually, I was referring to helping you test your blood-oxygen
sensor."

"I see. Well, thank you for helping me test my blood-oxygen sensor,
Mistress Erica."

"And you must thank us for allowing you to please us every time."

"Yes, Mistress Erica."

"Now, to answer your question. You don't need to pleasure yourself;
letting us use your mouth as our toilet is all the pleasure you need."

"I see, Mistress Erica."

"Are you forgetting to say something?"

"I don't know, Mistress Erica."

She slapped me gently again. "You must thank me for giving you that
explanation. And you must thank me for punishing you when you err."

"Oh," I swallowed. "Thank you for the explanation, Mistress Erica. And
thank you for punishing me."

"Now hold your mouth open. I need to pee."

Erica sat on my face again, this time with her pussy over my mouth. Her
muff was pressed gently against my nose, so I could breathe somewhat
through her muff hair, though the airflow was restricted.

She looked down at me and said, "Now, Jeremy, swallow while I pee so
your mouth doesn't overflow."

I couldn't answer, so I just lay there as she peed into my mouth. It
wasn't at all like when Julie pissed when she orgasmed. That was just a
little pee. Erica sent a torrent of hot salty piss splashing against my
tongue, quickly filling my mouth. It was near impossible to swallow while
on my back and struggling to breathe. I gulped a little down, then a
little more, but she was filling my mouth faster than I could swallow.

My mouth was nearly full when she finally stopped peeing.

"Swallow it all, then lick me clean," she said.

I struggled and got it all swallowed, then I licked her pussy a few
times as another tiny drop of pee trickled from her clit onto my tongue.

She stood and looked down at me. "Now what do you say, Jeremy?"

"Thank you for letting me drink your pee, Mistress Erica?"

Without answering, she closed the lid onto my face and left the
bathroom, plunging me into darkness.

2. From "Eternal Toilet Slave", Jeremy finds out that eating the women's shit is also part of the toilet slave's duties:

Somewhat later, Mistress Erica returned and peed. I pretty much had the
routine down. But when she finished peeing and I finished licking her
clean, she slid forward on my face instead of standing. My nose was
instantly engulfed by her pussy crack. What was she up to?

I felt something quiver against my lips. Oh! God! No! Not that! She
grunted and something puckered into my mouth, and suddenly swelled out as a
large mass slid into my mouth and dropped to the back of my throat. I
started pulling against my bonds with all my might, as her anus puckered
again and another mass oozed into my mouth.

"Jeremy," Erica said from above, "you better swallow to keep up, or I'm
going to fill your mouth before I'm done."

I never agreed to eat your shit, bitch! Oh, God!

She grunted again and shit another lump into my mouth just then, packing
my mouth full of her shit. At that time, my lungs were starting to beg for
another breath, but I was being suffocated by her ass and pussy.

If she shit another, it would have no place to go. I had no choice. I
forced some of the sticky mass down my throat. She grunted yet again, and
the mass of shit in my mouth swelled, puffing my cheeks out, and cramming
my mouth full of her shit.

My lungs were screaming for air at that point, and I knew I'd be messed
up if I passed out with my mouth packed with shit.

I choked more of her sewage down my throat when she grunted, and the
pressure increased in my mouth, and some of the mass of shit forced its way
down my throat.

Then, oh man, she did it again! That mass of shit forced partly down my
throat grew and slid even further. My lungs were burning in agony, and I
knew I only had a few seconds of consciousness left.

Then she lifted her ass off me slightly.

"Jeremy," she said, "take a breath and swallow."

I did.

"Now another," she said.

I gradually caught my breath and swallowed all her shit. Then she sat
back down. "Now you must lick my anus clean," she said.

Oh Gross! She wants me to lick her asshole right after she took a
shit--into my mouth. Oh, man!

"What are you waiting for, Jeremy?"

I licked her asshole, cleaning around it as best I could, then waited
for her to get off me.

"Stick your tongue inside me," she said. "Clean me good."

I stuck my tongue up her rectum like I was fucking her ass with my
tongue. Just like I did with Julie. She finally stood and pulled her
panties and slacks up.

"What do you say, Jeremy?"

"Thank you, Mistress Erica. But can I ask something?"

"Ordinarily, you may not. Other than saying 'thank you,' you may speak
only after being spoken to. But I'll let you ask. What is it?"

"I didn't know I'd have to eat your shit too, Mistress Erica. I don't
want to do that again. Can you let me out of this thing?"

She sighed. "I'm sure Mistress Julie explained your duties before she
asked you to be our toilet slave."

"No, she didn't say anything at all about eating shit."

"Are you calling Mistress Julie a liar?"

"No, Mistress Erica."

"Good then!"

"But Mistress Erica, I didn't know it would be so bad. I changed my
mind. Let me out. Please!"

"I can't let you out. That has to be voted on by the household."

"I see. Thank you, Mistress Erica."


3. From "Eternal Toilet Slave", Jeremy must clean his Mistresses' pussies after making love with their boyfriends:

Julie came home next. She sat on me, peed, and took a shit. Then,
after I cleaned her anus, she leaned back giving me a full view of her
hairy twat. Whoa! Then she parted her pussy lips with one hand and slid
her diaphragm into her pussy with her other--just a fraction of an inch
from my face. It was a great show, but I suspected that I would soon pay
an unpleasant price for that show.

About fifteen minutes later, Laurie came out to me and sat on me.
Double crap! She was dripping her boyfriend's spunk into my mouth again.

"C'mon, Jeremy," she said. "Clean me good down there. You can't expect
us all to be celibate."

I licked and sucked her boyfriend's spunk from her pussy, feeling like a
total faggot.

She pissed, then returned to bed, presumably.

About ten minutes later, Julie came back out to me. She was naked, but
the joy was shattered when she turned her ass to sit on my face. Her hairy
pussy was matted with creamy white cum. Please! Not again! And what if
she lets this guy fuck her ass? I don't want to think about that?

She squired a couple of drops of piss. Some spunk also squired out her
pussy at the same time when she squeezed her pussy muscles.

I hesitated, hoping for the slimmest chance that I could avoid
swallowing spunk from two different guys if I just waited long enough.

"C'mon, Jeremy!" she said impatiently.

She squirmed and squired more spunk into my mouth from her pussy.
Surrendering to my fate, I licked and sucked the spunk from her crack and
her hole. Then she shifted slightly and I sucked it off the krinkly hairs
of her pussy lips.

I cleaned her pussy and she waited. Did she really expect me to thank
her for making me lick some guy's jism out of her pussy? She stood and
held the strap as if about to strike.

"Say it," she said.

I hesitated and she slapped me with the strap.

"Say it!" she yelled and slapped me again.

"Thank you, Mistress Julie, for letting me lick your boyfriend's cum out
of your pussy." Just saying it made me feel nauseous.

"Hmmm," she shrugged. "He's not my boyfriend; just a really gorgeous
hunk I picked up in some bar tonight. But good enough."

4. A similar one from "Advantages and disadvantages of being a toilet slave -A guide for men" also by Hungry Guy:

- ORIENTATION
You may be 100% straight, but you can't expect your mistress to be celibate.

If your mistress brings a boyfriend or lover home, be prepared to clean the mess between her legs a few times.

In other words, if your mistress has a boyfriend, he is also YOUR boyfriend!

- RISK
You have no say over what, or who, your mistress does for fun.

Who she sleeps with is HER choice, not yours.

What risks she takes are HER choice, not yours.

By consuming her waste and her lover's spunk when its time to clean her, you are guaranteed to catch anything that your mistress catches.

Indirectly, you are having unsafe sex with every man your mistress sleeps with, even if you never touch or see him.


- RELATIONSHIP
Your mistress is NOT your girlfriend.

She will very likely have a boyfriend or lover.

You will have no sexual activity with her except to consume her waste.


- FRUSTRATION
Like the song says, you won't get no satisfaction.

It is likely that you will be strapped down and unable to satisfy yourself.

Your only pleasure will be in giving your mistress an orgasm with your mouth--and only if she requests it from you--which may be never if she has a boyfriend or lover.

5. From "Sisters' New Toilet" by Astrall, Amy uses Daniel:

The sound of the bathroom door being closed , followed by footsteps coming in his direction made him turn to his left, once again.
There, on the carpet, he saw the girl’s bare feet moving and then stopped in front of the sink.
Now at a halt, he looked at her white feet. Her toenails were painted in attractive red nail polish and on the side of her left foot he could see a tattoo with beautiful flower motifs.
He could see the sleeves of the jeans she was wearing, and on the long toes of both of her feet she had toe rings.
He saw her wiggle her toes comfortably in the soft carpet beneath her and heard her yawn as if she had recently woken up.
Daniel couldn’t see who the girl was because from his position he was only able to see up to her knees.

He heard the tap water running and then the sound of her brushing her teeth. As she was doing so, she leaned her left foot forward, its weight resting on her big toe and started playfully swinging it left and right.
When she was done, she rinsed her mouth and spat in the sink. Then she climbed onto the toilet carpet, above him.

Daniel got tense. In all likelihood she was about to use the toilet, before she continued on with her day. As she lifted the toilet lid more light entered the bowl.

“Well, well… isn’t that a nice surprise”, Amy spoke,towering above him. http://i64.tinypic.com/2cpq1og.jpg
She was wearing blue jeans and a white short sleeved top with pearls encrusted decoration.
Her appearance was completed with light foundation on her face, red lipstick and small pearl earrings.

“Sorry I was late. I need my beauty sleep on weekends, especially after a good night out”, she smiled. http://oi67.tinypic.com/2lmtb0z.jpg She proceeded to inspect her new toilet system and a moment later continued.
“It looks like the workers have done a marvelous job. They even told me that you couldn’t wait to get inside and start your new job, you kinky little toilet”, she giggled.
The good news is that you are in the right place. We will become very close with each other during our time together and I am sure you’ll love it.
Her tummy, gurgled.
I’d like to stay longer but I am hungry and need to join my family downstairs for a late breakfast. I am sure you must be starving too.
I have been saving you up for the past three days something special as a welcome gift, which I can hardly hold anymore.

Dan attempted to speak, but he couldn’t open his mouth. Even when there was no pressure applied to the seat, the braces were preventing him from having full control over his mouth, and kept it firmly shut.

“Well let’s not keep you waiting”.
With that, she turned her back around and unbuttoned her jeans, revealing her well-toned butt. http://oi66.tinypic.com/j91wnp.jpg
She slowly lowered it down and wiggled it a bit, blinking playfully at her prisoner.
When she sat on the toilet seat, the mechanism started to gradually open Daniel’s mouth and shifted his head to face upwards.
Amy wiggled her bottom to get comfortable on the seat and placed her neatly shaven pussy a couple of centimeters above his wide open mouth.

A few drops of urine fell on his tongue and trickled down on their way to his throat, passing through the plastic tube. The taste was quite salty, characteristic of the more concentrated morning urine.
Quickly, what started as few drops turned into a strong stream of hot, amber coloured pee, indicative of alcohol dehydration.
The toilet’s mouth quickly filled with Amy’s salty urine, and if it wasn’t for the plastic tube ensuring an uninterrupted passage down his throat, it would have easily overflown.

The taste of the hot and salty piss was sickening. Daniel felt like he was going to gag but somehow he couldn’t. All he could do was to pray for the seemingly endless stream of liquid to end.
Close to 600ml of piss had entered his stomach before the stream got weaker and eventually got reduced to few drops, trickling down passed her labia and waiting for gravity to play its part.

“How are you holding up down there, toilet?”, Amy spoke.
“Now that I’ve lubricated your throat nicely, here comes the main dish”, she giggled, causing few more drops to land in his mouth.

By the way, I have to warn you that the day before, I was on a fruit diet consisting of cherries and I usually swallow their pits too, so they might be a bit rough on your throat.

She shifted her weight and rested her asshole over his open mouth, sealing his lips completely.
His head was now painfully pressed against the Plexiglas beneath.

A few moments later, he heard the distinctive wet sound of poo sliding out through the confined space of her colon. Hard and thick mass of solid waste filled his mouth and started sliding towards his throat. When it touched the tip of his tongue, the lump of shit tasted somewhat sweet. As it continued further down, Dan sensed some solid bumps throughout the surface of the brown mass, which scraped his tongue.
He felt Amy, taking short breaks and rhythmically pushing her stomach muscles, to ease the shit out of her.
The tip of her one pieced log of thick shit passed through the plastic tube and entered into the now heavily breathing toilet’s throat.
It felt like as if someone was trying to ram a baseball bat down there.
He panicked and tried to wiggle his body free of the straps holding him in one place, but with no success. There was no other option for him but to take it all.

The walls of his oesophagus expanded to their limit in order to accommodate the massive thick brown matter. The pits of cherries embedded on its surface made the pain even more agonising for the unfortunate human toilet. After a minute, what seemed close to a meter long turd was successfully pushed down Daniel’s stomach.

Amy rolled up a good length of toilet paper around the fingers of her hand and lifted her bottom off his face to wipe.
When she was done, she stood up, buttoned her jeans and turned around for inspection.

His mouth gradually closed and allowed him to swallow the remains of shit in his throat.
His face was red and there were traces of tears running down his cheeks.