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Hypno-toilet This one is really heavy on the set up and really focuses on the unwilling slave aspect. Hope you enjoy. --- Lying down on the couch was comforting. I quit seeing my last therapist because she told me there had been feelings developed on her end, so she referred me to a new therapist and stopped seeing me immediately. It was weird since I'd been seeing her for two years and she'd "just grew to love me out of nowhere". Her words. So she referred me to Dr. Rajakumari Pantowinar and that was it, I would start seeing Dr. Pantowinar and that was my new therapist. Dr. Pantowinar's office was closer and she had a background in my issues, so I knew we'd get along well. See, I'm a normal guy that just likes to see a therapist every now and then. It helps with my work stress and allows me a chance to just get everything off my chest in a productive manner. I'm ready to face work and the world after I leave my sessions. So I got to her office and saw she had a similar couch to my old therapist's. "Please. Have a seat," she motioned over with a wave, "And you can just call me Raj. There is time for formalities later." "Thanks Raj." She was very pretty with a slightly chubby face and frame. You could see she had a great body that would have a little fat on it, but nothing too outrageous. She spun around and grabbed the paperwork on her chair, bending over and sticking out her nice, big, juicy ass. A small BRRFT came through and she said nothing. "Now... Tell me about yourself..." Well one thing about me was I liked asses, but her fart REEKED! It was AWFUL!!! Such a small little burst from such a nice ass did THAT?! I didn't know how to continue. "Uhm... I'm, uh... I am working at..." I continued and we went through the normal motions of getting to know each other. That's when she turned her ass cheek up and let another muffled FFFRPPT into the air. Another brutal stink! We continued for ten minutes before she farted again and then something weird started happening. I was falling asleep, sort of. Like, my eyes are heavy, but... But I'm not sleeping. I can feel my entire body, everything. My nose, my ears, all the way down to my blood vessels, each one. I could feel everything and I was talking... But.... Nothing... Wait... Was that me talking? Or was that Raj? What the fuck? i saw Her ass again in my mind, i saw Her big fat ass bending over. There was a snap and i awoke. "Very good. Now. When I clap, I want you to get on your knees." i was confused, "There's no way i-" CLAP BOOM! Some books shook off her bookcase as my knees hit the ground. "What the fuck? i didn't do that!" "No, no you're right. you did not do that. I did that. Because I own you now. you see, toilet, by the way that's your new name. toilet, I have found that most men have a simple problem: They have an identity issue. men walk through this world not knowing who, or in your case 'what', they are. Slavery is a good thing. Slavery gives men a chance to properly fit into this world by allowing men to serve people like Me." "Bitch! i am not serving You," i shouted. She simply clapped twice, and i dropped into a bowing position. "Ahh, you see, but you will. your mind will allow you to think you're able to stop, but your mind serves Me. I control it through slavery and hypnosis. I talked with your former therapist and She agreed that you were struggling with nothing more than an identity crisis to be a toilet, and I have decided to allow you the kindest thing of all: I will own you. I own you now. I have accepted you as my slave and I will allow you to serve as My personal toilet. you are very welcome slave." "YOU FUCKING BI---" She simple snapped and i stopped... What the fuck?! "Come along, toilet. Let's go to your new home... But first, I have a nasty, disgusting, foul fart to let go. Sniff it up for Me. Smell My fart." She pulled down Her pants and pointed Her bare ass at me. "Not a chance in hel---" She snapped, then snapped again... i couldn't talk, not even to protest. The worst part is that on my hands and knees i crawled. i crawled to Her bare asshole that She was showing me with hands on Her ass cheeks, showing off Her shaved anus to me. "I want this one in your nose, toilet. Sniff it up real good." i found myself eagerly sniffing when all i wanted was to run out the door. She laid the rancid 6 second fart right up my nose. PRRRRRPPPPPPTPPTPTPTPTPTPPPPPPSSS "Ahhhh. Much better, toilet. Now, let's go." She stomped Her foot and i rose. With a snap, i was unable to speak and we went to Her car. She unlocked the Audi and instructed me to sit in the trunk. i would have contested, but my hypnosis had taken root. There were bumps and shakes, but finally we stopped. When the trunk opened, i crawled out and was on all fours as we walked up Her walkway into Her home, people staring and laughing as She walked slowly in front of me. People couldn't stop calling me "thing". They all thought it was some sex thing, but it wasn't! i was being taken in as an unwilling slave!!! HELP! But none of the words came, and i was powerless as my mind fought my body. Once inside, Her home was gorgeous. She took off Her coat and set it on a coat rack... Wait a second... That's a man!!! And Her end table is a man! The couch is filled with men, what the fuck?! "ANOTHER ONE?! PLEASE! SWAP ME AND HIM AND LET ME OUT OF THIS COUCH," She ignored him, "YOU BI-" She snapped and he stopped. We all did. "Nonsense, couch! When you came to Me, we both knew you had an identity problem! you felt as though the weight of the world pressed against you... And now it does! Because I am your world, and I press against you when I lounge on you, My sofa! Because now you're not a man, now you're My property. you feel fulfilled because you are now what you identify as." She walked over and pointed Her ass at his face, smiling at me, "Oh! Don't you worry, toilet! I'm not going to fart on him! No! That's your new job!" She clapped Her hands and i scurried, the eyes of the other men looked sorrowfully at me. The ottoman talked, "She's going to make you Her toilet, you know. Just come to peace with the fact that She's going to make you eat Her shit." She didn't snap. So long as it was what She wanted to hear, She seemed to let Her man-furniture talk. i didn't believe i'd be saying much She wanted to hear, and now we were standing in Her bathroom doorway... "Gotta fart," She looked at me. my face went to Her ass and She blasted my face. Why couldn't i say anything?! Ugh! "See that, toilet? I know your body will crawl over and secure yourself. This is being broadcast out live so people can see I do not take you as a slave, but you will secure yourself in as My toilet. Tell everyone out there for My research what you are and why this is happening," She stamped Her foot and i moved. i saw the camera and i knew that was my ticket! i shouted, "THIS WOMAN HAS TAKEN ME CAPTIVE!" Yes! i shouted it! i shouted.... Wait... my voice didn't say that... She laughed and saw my terror in my eyes. "Now we all see that some men in life desire to be nothing more than a toilet. I have proven in other experiments that men desire to be owned, but this is the most absolute humiliation one can endure: The consumption of another human's feces. Now, I have several cameras mounted, so you'll all see My shit slide from My colon, past My anus, and drop into this toilet's mouth. it will chew and swallow, then thank Me, then ask for permission to lick My asshole clean, then once it's all finished, you'll see that men desire to be slaves to women." This box i was in was truly a torture device. The walls were made of plexiglass so you could see in, there was a riser that kept my face near Her ass with enough room for Her shit to not get mashed back on Her ass cheeks, and the seat was cut large enough for Her to place Herself above me. i was actually inside a toilet... Or, no... Wait... i *am* the toilet... i saw Her pants hit the floor through the plexiglass window and then heard Her mutter something. She clapped three times and i heard myself shouting, "PLEASE! PLEASE, OH PLEASE, OH PLEASE! PLEASE USE me AS YOUR TOILET! PLEASE SHIT IN my MOUTH! PLEASE LET me EAT YOUR SHIT!" She looked to the camera, "See?" Come on... Try screaming again! She coughed and my mouth opened, but nothing came out, the only direction something would flow is now going to be *in* my mouth... She farted another baritone stinker, heavy on the bass and emphasis on the "stinker". PUUUURURRRRRSSSS And then it started... A monstrous, two inch wide piece of Her shit started to escape from Her cavernous bowels. The smell was horrific, tangy, and spicy all at once. A tear started down my face and then i felt myself involuntarily stretch my mouth open as wide as it would go. Her shit was exiting Her asshole very slowly, hanging in the air and doing nothing but stinking up my world. "my" world, which is just Her ass and this toilet box. Jesus... i *am* Her toilet, i really am. She sees me this way and She's doing with me what She's done to the other men in this house. Maybe She's right though? If i really wanted out i could... FUCK! HER TURD JUST HIT my MOUTH! i WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION AND HER HUGE TURD IS IN my MOUTH!!! The taste was twice as bad as the tough, chewy consistency. my eyes went from my mouth, which had someone's shit in it, all the way up to the turd that was still exiting from Her anus. "Now, toilet, since this is what you have always truly been, how does it feel serving as My personal latrine, hmm? How does My shit taste? I mean, I would never, ever enjoy eating someone else's shit, but this is all you've ever wanted. So go ahead, speak with My nasty shit in your toilet mouth," Her arrogance and torture were hell. i really tried to fight it, but instead i mumbled with my lips around Her turd, "It -astes like i'm finally who i'm supposed to be. Thank You for allowing me to -ive out my -ife the way i'm supposed to. -erving You is all i am good for." Her voice went to the camera again, "As you can see, this is another prime example of a slave being trapped in a free man's body. All it took was one session with this... Well, some of My colleagues would call it a man, but in one session I have him on his back with an open and eager mouth while I defecate a foul, disgusting, large amount of feces directly for it's consumption. If you ask Me, that is no man. That is a toilet for Me to use and I will do so each day for My constitutional. My service is to give these men a purpose in life, and I will. I will allow these men to serve Me as My property and I will in fact treat them as My slaves. It is the right thing to do, to allow them psychologically to serve as My slaves because their true desire is in becoming an inanimate object, and so I will treat them as such. The only joy I get is in helping them achieve what they have always dreamed." But i didn't dream this. i didn't dream of sucking on a chubby, albeit pretty, Indian woman's spicy turd. As i was chewing, Her shit finally broke from Her ass and Her shit was laying across my face. i was chewing and pulling Her dump into my mouth like it was a spaghetti noodle, leaving a shit smear across my face as i kept bringing it into my mouth to chew and swallow. She sat above me and i could watch Her anus flex and pulse and god damnit i wanted this to be over. But when i finished eating the massive turd, a rumble and a wet spray fart sounded at the same time. "Please, shit in my mouth." "It's curious! The toilet begs for me to use it. And I oblige." PPRRRT PLLRRBT FFFRRRTTSSS PSSSURT A mish mash of sounds came forth, but the exodus of Her colon was all the same. She sat straighter and it seemed to allow Her lumpy, sludge shit slide right out. i was gulping it down as fast as i could, but good god there was just so much. my mouth overflowed and much of it was falling past my cheeks and onto the floor. The worst part came when it started going up my nose. i couldn't cough, but i finally got to a point where i could breathe. "Curry shits into someone's mouth do give Me a distinct sense of power. But we must remember, this is about the toilet living up to *it's* potential. It's important to note that I only do this because this toilet desires so strongly to serve as My toilet. I'm only giving it what it wants." She farted again, accompanied with another wave of sludge dump. Did She really believe this was the right thing? She had to know i was hating this... But there my mouth was, chewing without me thinking. This was brutal... "Chew faster, toilet. There's more, there's more!" As i chewed and gulped at the sludge dump, another pile of sludge exited and the stench of twenty dumps hit my olfactory senses. "While this stench is horrific and truly humiliating for My toilet, it continues to serve Me since this is what it believes is normal. With My bowel movement complete, the toilet will be sorry and sad. It truly wishes to live as My personal toilet and craves My waste. Luckily, My diet will provide My new toilet with all of it's necessary food intake. I will be coupling My excrement with vitamins as well while monitoring My toilet's health. it will serve Me since I allow it, but only for that reason. The toilet is free to leave at any time. Now, when it has completed consuming My feces, I will ask it if it wants to be freed. We fucking sat there for ten more minutes while i helplessly ate all of Her shit. Literally every single speck. i even flipped over and licked the ground like a fucking pig. Jesus... i wanted to cry, but my body was betraying me there also. i looked like i enjoyed this. Everything about this was so messed up, but She had me under Her spell both mentally and physically i could do nothing to break it... Her shit was completely cleaned everywhere except for my shit stained face. "Now that the toilet has completed it's task of consuming My waste like it desires, I will ask it to answer one final question. If it answers 'No', the experiment is My first failure. If it answers 'Yes', I will accept it into My growing stable of men that are finally able to live as their true identities, this one as My toilet. I will use it as I would any other toilet and it will never again be thought of as a human in My eyes. So, I ask the question: Do you wish to live as My personal toilet for the rest of your life, knowing that I will never offer you your freedom again, to live as you have told Me you so desire?" i screamed, but again it wasn't the word i wanted, "YES!" "Now it is complete. This toilet will never again speak unless I command it. This toilet is now just that, and nothing more. This is Dr. Rajakumari Pantowinar, and this is case number 36 on My ongoing study of 'Identity crisis in men: Allowing men to live as the objects they desire to be.' Thank you." The cameras shut off and She looked down at me through the hole. "Ok, all of the cameras are off. you have ten seconds." She made a fart noise with Her mouth. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME AS YOUR FUCKING TOILET! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! PLEASE! GIVE ME BACK MY FREEDOM! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME EAT YOUR SHIT ANYMORE! PLEASE OH MY GOD! PLEASE! I'M GOING TO DIE IN HERE! YOUR SHIT WAS SO FUCKING AWFUL DEAR GOD PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME YOUR TOILET OR YOUR SLAVE! I CAN'T EAT ANYMORE OF YOUR SHIT! NO MORE SHI-" She snapped. i was immediately silent. "Hmmm... Open My toilet." Without hesitating, my mouth opened and i was terrified. She sat back down above me. A very small fart burst forth. And then a long yellow turd emerged, snaking from Her anus and hitting the back of my mouth. Her shit filled my mouth cavity and farts escaped from around the sides of Her turd. It kept coming, every inch smelly and foul. She didn't stop and i saw Her soft, brown anus pushing Her shit through into my open and waiting mouth. Her turd was now at least 24 inches in length, but it wasn't stopping. Her shit was merely coiling around my face, burying me in Her smelly shit. At 5 feet long, Her turd finally broke, completely covering my face in Her shit. There was nothing you could see of my face, it looked like i had disappeared under Her shit. "I have allowed you to live as you are meant to be. Now, lay here with My shit on your face for an hour, then consume it. I have an appointment with a man who thinks he is My third shoe rack, since the other two are full. Don't worry, toilet. In a few months, you'll have completely forgotten about that old life. I let My fart cushion on the couch know that he's finally off the hook since you're here! This is going to be a very good thing for you. Finally, you're what you meant to be." The lights flicked off and i was alone on the floor of Her bathroom, sitting with a mound of Her shit covering my face... Would i ever be free again? |
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