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The "Can't Say No" Bet Monica and I have a standing bet. It's fun. We call it the "can't say no" bet. It's not like a slave bet, because I don't make her do slave things. She sometimes makes me do slave things, but we also have standing time for that. Here's the thing, though: Standard slave stuff doesn't really get me as much. Like you, I have a fart and shit fetish. I like the degradation and all that comes along with being a toilet and a fart sniffing loser slave. Monica likes all that too, but sometimes she also likes when I have to clean under the stove or fridge then stand at attention for two hours holding the remote while she sits on the couch. For her, the degradation and slavery is a turn on in all facets (though she's voiced that me serving as her toilet is the ultimate for her, so win-win). I lost a bet last week and had to serve today for 12 hours. There are a few rules including "no danger to the other person" and "nothing sexual the other person doesn't want to do". But there's nothing about letting the other person take a shit in your mouth and holding it there for an hour and then writing about it. "It's going to be a big one because I've been working on it since Saturday, so I want you to write it out and then send it to your porn freak friends," Monica squealed with delight before the deed was done. "I don-" "Don't even finish the sentence, because it's a three hour bet. I won fair and square! I'm going to squat right over your mouth, take a shit in your mouth, and then my shit is going to sit in your mouth for an hour. Sixty minutes. THEN I want you to write about it. You HAVE to!" She was right and I said no more. I got naked and laid in the bathroom. There's a toilet seat we have that puts her ass a foot or so over my face and we have a second one that puts her asshole about two inches from my mouth. She wanted the latter... "I want the closer range one because I think there's going to be lots of FARTS with it," she was smirking so clearly and so close to my face. She wasn't wrong. Immediately after sitting above me, three really loud farts warmed my lips. BOOOOF BOOOOOOOOF BOOF She laughed, ecstatic at the noise. "Lick the asshole. Lick the anus. Come on. Lick my anus!" I obeyed. Another fart hissed out, this one almost silent. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSURMF No laugh this time, but a grunt. A very, constipated sounding grunt... The head of a dark turd emerged. It was intensely brown and slick and good GOD! THAT STINK!!! It was like she was shitting out fifteen shits at once, the stench was so overpowering. I wretched. "Don't you fucking dare!" The turd entered my mouth and I was going to gag, I could feel it. But no. I didn't. Her shit then came faster, but it really wasn't a lot. A single turd, six inches long and the diameter a little bigger than a half dollar. That was a normal dump. She was disappointed when she stood up... "Well fuck... At least it smells awful." "It eally oes," I said, my teeth sunk into the turd so it could stand up. She started a counter and would cruelly call off minutes to me. "10!" "17! "26" "32!" Then she didn't say anything for a minute and came back into the bathroom, quickly. Without saying a word, she planted her phat ass above me again. She unloaded so quickly I barely knew what was going on. It was light brown and creamy. Like a fluffy, air filled dump. It was like a whipped cream it was so light. But there was SOOOOOOO much of it!!! It kept coiling and coiling and she stood up because she knew it was going to touch her butt cheeks if she didn't. Finally, a fart wrapped up the pile. SPLUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTSSSSSSSS She looked down at me and laughed. Her pile had to be another two pounds or so of her turds. The smell, though... Fuck... "Hahaha! Restart the clock!" Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck... Then it began again. "8!" "15!" And she kept counting. I should have argued, but honestly, I knew this was easier. I ate half the pile when she said the three hours was up... But... I'm a fucking pathetic toilet slave loser and ate the rest anyways. "No! Don't clean your face! Write that with my shit on your face." And I did. And now I'm going to wash my face and take a shower. "But tell them one thing before you sign off." "Ok, what?" "Tell them you're my fucking toilet. Tell them that you eat my shit." "They know that, though." "So? It's important for you to keep saying it, because it's real and I don't want you forgetting it." I'm her fucking toilet. I eat her shit. And it's important for me to keep saying it because it's real and I shouldn't forget it. |
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