Working on the Weekend
by Slave Fart

This story is from a weekend in October. It was cruel, brutal, horrible, and i wish it would happen to me every weekend.

Easy's used me before, but it has been a while since i've agreed to be a weekend toilet or toilet for more than a day. Monica was going out of town and texted Easy about a month out what she had planned.

"Nothing of note. I'm wide open that weekend."

"Well we were talking and I think the toilet could use a good lesson in what it would be like to serve someone truly cruel for a weekend. He's getting too pampered with me."

"Oh, well if that's the case, I'll make sure I'm available. Would we be able to secure him in my bathroom?"

And so it was done... We'd build a toilet device in Easy's apartment, something she could conceal in case she had friends over. That was my one request: No strangers. We know Easy is disease free, but one of her friends might not be, and Easy doesn't seem all that worried about the topic. Monica made her promise this rule would be abided as well as the fact that I would get to shower and brush my teeth before leaving.

After two days of building something in her shower that could be applied and dismantled pretty easily (it'll actually be great for when Monica wants to "take me on the road", now) I'm about to crawl into Easy's bathtub to serve as her complete toilet for the weekend.

"Ok baby, I love you," Monica kissed me.

"I love you, too. Make sure you come back as early as possible on Sunday, please. Something tells me Easy's not going to take it all that Easy..."

"Elisabeth is going to do whatever she wants to you. You agreed to be her toilet, slave. Now, go beg for her farts."

She kissed me again and laughed. I stared at her ass as she walked away.

Easy let me up into her building and when I got into her apartment she smirked and looked me up and down, smacking her lips.

"Well there's my fucking toilet."

"Hello... What would you prefer? Master? Mistress? Goddess? Owner?"

She laughed, "Oh my god! I think I'm going to go with Goddess for now, but mix in all of them. Owner, Master, Mistress... That's kind of hot."

"Yes, Goddess."

I dropped to my knees and bowed before her. The door wasn't open and we heard someone say, "What the fuck?" as they passed. Someone said, "No I think there was a guy on his knees, like, praying to her."

She laughed and my cheeks burned from the embarrassment, despite the fact that they didn't know my identity. It was still erotic.

I stripped down and climbed into my chains, ready for a weekend of slavery to her ass. Easy locked me into place and looked down.

"What is more pathetic than this? I know I'm beautiful, but what kind of a man would do this? What kind of sub-human garbage would accept being a toilet? This has to be the most humiliating thing one person can do. Willingly eat another human's shit, just giving them all this power over them. Forever more will you be just a toilet. And what's more is it's not even just once! It's not like an accident, like I took a shit off a building and some gets in your mouth. No, you can explain that away, even though that would be humiliating. But this? This is degrading, no! No! It's DEHUMANIZING!!! You're not even human anymore. But that's not even the worst part. You'll beg me for it, beg me to shit in your mouth. Beg me. Beg me and I might do it. And I mean really fucking beg, make me believe that you want it."

"Goddess Elisabeth, Mistress Easy, oh Owner and Master. Please, Goddess, please oh please take a shit into my mouth. It is what is right and just in this world, it is the place of the Universe. You should always be the winner, defecating into the mouths of the losers of the world, losers like me. We are here for your convenience. When you feel like abusing us, we should thank you, and thank you, oh thank you Owner, thank you just for THINKING about shitting in my mouth. Thank you for considering it. It would be the world's most high honor to have you fart in my direction, and you're allowing me to eat your shit, thank you. Please, now, please make me your toilet. Please let's just do what's right and get rid of your porcelain toilet, please just use my mouth instead. Please don't make your porcelain toilet deal with what I should so rightly deal with. Please use me for what I'm intended. Please turn me into your toilet."

"That is so much worse, that's just so much worse than anything I just said. You begged me to shit in your mouth. That's what makes you so pathetic. You explaining why I should shit in your mouth is so much worse than me telling you I should shit in your mouth. And what's more, I might not do it."

"What, Owner?! Mistress, please! Please shit in my mouth," my face was confused, incredulous.

"That's right. I might not shit in your mouth all weekend. I might just let you starve."

"What?! No! You have to shit in my mouth, please, Goddess! I'll go hungry."

"Tough shit, toilet. I decide whether or not to shit in your mouth. I decide whether or not you eat. I liked your begging, but remain silent now until I come back and then you'll know if I'm going to shit in your mouth or not, you fucking sub-human piece of shit. And I'm telling you now to remain absolutely SILENT until I tell you it's ok to speak, or you'll be fucking sorry..."

She shut the shower curtain with gusto, Easy is always one with a flair for the dramatic. I saw the shape of her big butt cheeks as a shadow walking away. She shut off the light and went about her business.

I fucking HATE this about being a weekend toilet. The darkness and the waiting. It's always the fucking waiting...

Hours passed, I wasn't sure how many, but we started right around 5 pm. This had to be 7:30. The lights went on and a woman's figure could be seen against the shower curtain.

She walked in and lifted the lid of the porcelain commode. I remained silent.

I heard a fart rush past an anus and I thought of how delicious it probably smelled. The pungent odor of the fart started to fill up the bathroom. It wasn't as smelly as her previous dump, but Easy's fart still had some gusto. Then I heard a slight grunt and a few plops of turds into the water. I was very sad knowing that she might actually not feed me her shit all weekend.

She wiped and stood up. Then I heard a knock and the shitter's voice called out to someone outside the bathroom.

"Hang on, Elisabeth! I'm just wiping and then we'll go. Jesus... You said you don't even fucking care about this party anyways."

THAT WASN'T ELISABETH!!! Could she still be saving up to shit on me?! I am so hungry...

The door opened and then I heard people talking. One other person came in to piss and then left. I heard some music and then one girl say, "Shot for the road!", some wooing, and then nothing.

It had to be 1 am when I woke up, my neck stiff and sore. I heard Easy's keys and then she opened the curtains.

"I have to take a piss, bitch."

She sat over me and started pissing an intense stream of clear urine. It was practically water, honestly. She was going to have VERY yellow piss in the morning, though... This I could tell.

After what felt like a gallon of her piss, Easy finally relented and stood up, pausing, sitting down to point her anus at my face and ripping a MASSIVE fart.

PLURRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPPPTTHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It was not just the length, which was a solid 4-5 second fart, it was the stench and the force that she let go. She remained seated and I was able to admire her large ass cheeks which were perfectly sculpted and magnificent to look at. She stood up and her ass cheeks remained in the exact shape they are when she's wearing jeans. Her butt just stays pert and firm.

She didn't say anything else as she wiped herself clean and left. I'd have to be back in the lonesome dark soon enough.

The next morning came quick. I'd never slept well during a weekend toilet session, but I did this night. I'd heard some rumbling in the kitchen and living room when Easy opened the shower curtains, quickly removed her panties, and sat above me. I got ready for some disgusting dehydrated piss.

But it wasn't!!! It was a LOT of her piss, I mean so much piss, but it wasn't that bad!

After a strong stream for 45 seconds, it wound down. Her entire piss took about a minute and I struggled to keep up, spilling some for sure.

"Goddess! Your piss is actually really good, Mistress! I mean that!"

"Fuck off, slave. Why do you say that, though? Not that it fucking matters."

"Normally piss would have been really yellow when you're that dehydrated after a night of drinking."

"Oh, yeah. I drank a fuck ton of water. Whatever. See you in a minute, toilet..."

She left and I heard clanking of pots and pans. I didn't think Easy cooked, but there she was, the smell of eggs and bacon invading my nostrils. I was painfully hungry.

But I knew I wasn't going to get any eggs and bacon, at least not until they'd been processed by Easy's digestive system.

Easy entered the bathroom in a long tee and underwear, sexy as ever. She had a strip of bacon she munched on and a cup of coffee in her other hand. She finished the meat and sipped her coffee before setting that down on counter, moving to stand directly above me while she looked down on me with a smile that put me in near tears.

"Maybe I'll just shit in the other toilet, this one. Maybe that's what I'll do all weekend. Just torture you by not letting you eat."

"Please, please Master. Please shit in my mouth, Mistress... I'm just so hungry..."

"See! That's why I shouldn't shit in your mouth. It's not about you. It's not about you being hungry and 'willing' to eat my shit. You eat my shit in reality because I'm better than you and it's what I want to happen. Because you are such a pathetic excuse for a man that I decided you're not a man anymore. You are my toilet now, not a man. So..."

"Please, Goddess. You're correct, as always. Please shit in my mouth because it is the just and right thing to do. Please shit in my mouth to prove to me and to you that..."

She swung her legs over the board and was now sitting above me.

"Ok, ok, slave... I have to shit and I can't hold it anymore. As much as I want to hear you beg, I need that mouth to open as wide as it goes NOW!!!"

She quite literally began shitting immediately.

The first bit of her shit slammed against my tongue and took me by surprise. It was a small, one inch long piece of shit, but the potency was absolutely rotten.

"Oh... jesus... Fuck me.... Good god! Hahaha. Seriously. Shut your mouth and swallow that. I can wait."

She tasked me with chewing and swallowing this foul dung before moving on and her anus puckered, seemingly ready to continue her assault on my mouth with her shit as the weapon.

"Ok, Mistress. I've..."

Before I could finish, she started shitting again, these were small turds, each no longer than two inches at most. There were about 6 pieces of her shit that spilled out, the first two in my mouth and then each other turd piling onto my face. She laughed as the stink continued to permeate the world around us.

"YOU HAVE TO EAT IT FAST!!! HAHAHAHA!!! It's sooooo bad, slave! So bad! Oh my god, have you ever smelled worse?"

I couldn't tell her about how I've eaten so many terrible piles of shit, that honestly I couldn't tell if this was the worst, but it was certainly up there. I guess in the end, all shit smells fucking terrible. But here I am, a mouth full of her waste and a pile of her shit sitting atop me with nothing but pure respect for her from me while she shows me nothing but contempt.

"I've been wondering what it would be like to have a toilet in the house, a toilet like you. I like this. I'm going to ask Monica if I can do this again when she goes out of town."

I was so focused on chewing and swallowing her shit, and I'd gotten three turds down. Her shit was holding its form, but it wasn't hard, not really.

"No wait... Wait... Hang on... Get... Here... Get the rest of my shit in your mouth. Then keep it there."

WHAT?!?! She wanted me to hold her shit in my mouth!??! That's fucked up...

"I want you to hold it in your mouth so that it's even worse, more embarrassing. It's not bad enough you eat my shit. I want you to eat my shit the way I want you to eat my shit. That's, wow... That's truly ownership. That's real. Fuck, I'm so sadistic!!!"

She laughed again and wiped. There was no way she was going to have me lick her ass and I was gagging pretty hard holding her shit in my mouth. It's easier when you can do it fast, but holding her literal crap in my mouth was almost too much.

I tried to say, "please let me swallow", but my mouth was so full of her manure, I couldn't.

"Hold it in there until I come back. I'll beat the shit out of you if you don't!!!"

Her laughter pierced my ears and I watched the light go out.

It felt like HOURS, but probably 30 minutes later she came in and ordered me to swallow.

I obeyed like a fucking toilet.

"It's like I forgot to flush! It's like I took a shit in a regular toilet and then came back in here and flushed. Jesus, it fucking stinks, too. But I have really bad ones, don't I? Hey, is my shit the worst shit you've ever smelled? I'll wait for you to answer, your mouth is kind of full."

At this point, there is no "worst", it's just varying degrees of terrible stinks. That said, Easy definitely has some terrible smelling shit. But I couldn't tell her that, not only because I didn't want her thinking this wasn't the worst dump ever since she would then try to make it smell worse, but also because my mouth was full of her stinky, smelly shit.

She sat above me again, pointing that rectum at my face like a goddamn weapon. She didn't do anything, just let me look up at her asshole that just fed me. She laughed and didn't say anything. Just sat above me, showing me what was my only food source for the weekend.

After I finished, I told her what she wanted to hear, "Your shit it the fucking worst, Goddess. Thank you for it, though. I appreciate being able to serve you properly like the Owner of me that you are. Thank you, Master."

She stood up and looked down, clearly making a loogie for me and I opened wide to catch it. She missed and it slapped into my cheek, now covered in stubble. I felt her warm spit roll down my face, getting caught in the short hairs that covered me.

Easy smiled cruelly, turned around, and walked out the door. When she shut off the lights, she plunged me into darkness by then shutting the door.

And then I cried.

I cried for what seemed like years.

I cried because how did I let myself get treated this way. I cried because I couldn't stop it. I cried because... I love it.

Even if she'd let me stop, I wouldn't want to. So I just lied and waited for her to come back. And when she did, she pissed again.

Easy's urine is always soooo clear. She drinks an insane amount of water, though, so it's pretty much every hour and a half on the dot that I'm getting pissed on.

Her stream hit the bottom of my mouth, where I'd moved my tongue, and then she angled to hit me more in the back of the throat. I was chugging her piss like a college student chugging beers at a tailgate. But I still couldn't keep up. Easy shot her hot piss into my mouth, but also cared very little for accuracy, and adjusted mid stream. This sent pee up my nose and had me spilling urine while trying also not to spill any.

It was definitely getting everywhere, but she just laughed. Easy was cruel, and she didn't find it difficult to use me as her latrine. It really was just "another Saturday" to her.

She paused her stream and then I saw her asshole push very far out. I thought she was going to shit again, but instead let a very slow, streaming, stinking fart that hissed at first; the foul, dense gas dropped straight into my nose and I inhaled deeply. Then, her fart became stronger, no longer seeping out but pushing forcefully beyond her wrinkled asshole and towards my mouth and nose. She wasn't doing anything of note for herself, really. Just farting an extremely long fart. It wouldn't stop...

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPSPPSPSPSPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUU
RRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSTSTSTSSTSTSTSTS

It sputtered at the end and she couldn't stop laughing.

"Thank you for that amazing fart, Goddess. Thank you for farting it in my face."

"Jesus... You're so pathetic. Oh shit, it's 6:30! I've gotta go! Meeting my girlfriends for dinner. There's a really nice steak place for one of my friend's birthdays. Maybe I'll let her come over and use you as her gift..."

Easy stood up and then looked down at my face, eyes wide in terror.

I wanted to say, "please", but my mouth was still full of her piss... A theme. Wanting to talk, but holding her waste in my mouth.

"No, no... It'll just be me," she breathed a large breath, held it for a moment, and exhaled, "I don't know what Monica sees in you as a man... But I'm just happy she does. Because then I can use you as my toilet... Fucking pathetic."

And then it was darkness as the lights went out. Silence as the door closed. Loneliness.

--

It had to be near midnight when she came in. Easy was usually more verbal in her assault, or she had been the few times she used me, but she just sat above me and started pissing.

There's something incredible about her body, anyone's body really, from that angle. The was a person's ass cheeks spread and expose their anus. A woman's pussy opens to reveal her urethra. The hair dangling and hanging behind them, draped over the shoulders. And then it's the small hairs on a woman's lower back, which always seem to be at attention through the goose bumps.

Easy had all of this going on. Though she let a huge fart go, I didn't smell anything. It was then that her piss began splashing into the back of my throat without a hint of her slowing down. It lasted about 30 seconds, but I couldn't keep up! She didn't care, she laughed at my urine stained lips, and moved on.

And just like that. Darkness again.

Easy had only shit once thus far. I was in a little bit of shock from it, and I was very hungry. I could eat a very large portion of... Well... I could eat a very large portion of her shit. Though I didn't know if I'd get it. Monica was coming in the morning, and her arrival usually meant only an hour or so of my servitude as a toilet.

---

I was asleep when the lights went on and I heard Easy brush her teeth. She spent some time looking at herself in the mirror. Easy is beautiful by any definition, but she's also very self conscious. She doesn't have a boyfriend and she ties much of her self worth to that fact. She has fat on her, like anyone else, but she's not fat. Nobody would call anything about her fat (except for her ass, which really is a marvel).

After a few more minutes of checking herself out, she sat back above me and let out a tiny fart. This was a little "BR" and it literally felt like air might not have even escaped, but the stink that rolled downwards. Her fart had a weight to it, heavy and drooping it sunk into my face. I was barely awake, and now I had to deal with this. I knew what was about to happen, knew she would shit in my mouth, and I laid there with my mouth open waiting for her to take a shit into it like the pathetic loser I am.

She started pissing another stream, this one darker and more pungent. It went in ebbs and flows, stronger and weaker until eventually she was satisfied that her bladder had been emptied into my mouth. And now for her bowels. Her was about to take a massive dump into my mouth, and we both knew it.

It's not always true that the darker the shit the smellier it is. Sometimes light brown turds are worse, but generally speaking, as someone who has eaten literal human shit and served as a literal toilet to better people than myself, dark turds spell and smell of disaster to the toilet below.

Easy grunted while bending over and a thick, heavy, dense turd began its course from inside her rectum and into my mouth. She loved this and sat up straight again. She was verbal again about her position above me.

"Look at us. Look at the two of us. There are two types of people in this world, toilet. There are the winners and there are the losers. There's the people who get to enjoy life and those that have to clean up after us. Whether it's going to that steakhouse and enjoying the fruits of a good life, leaving behind scraps and dirty silverware for one of those losers to clean up. Or whether it's literally just taking a shit and not caring whether or not someone's face is below. I literally shit into someone's mouth. You're literally my toilet. You hear that, slave?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! You're my fucking toilet."

Her shit dropped, heavy and thick, right into my mouth. She aimed her turd with precision and now her shit was in my mouth.

There was nothing really spectacular about this dump, other than it was too thick to really do anything with other than chew, but even that was not helpful. My mouth was dry and as I chewed through her turd, I could actually feel her shit getting stuck on my teeth.

I tried to talk, but her shit was thicker than peanut butter, "Thank you for shitting in my mouth. I need something to drink, E- I mean Goddess."

She started peeing, but there really wasn't much other than a splash of her urine.

"Thank you for your piss, Goddess."

"You're welcome, toilet."

I really do love staring up and seeing Easy's ass cheeks spread open with her anus just looking at me. Even as it opened again to expose another of her turds to my world, I saw her as more than perfect and in her complete rights to just turn me from human to toilet whenever she saw fit.

Easy farted again and grabbed a book. I was examining her asshole, the folds and the center where there was an opening. Realizing that her anus was the exit point for all of her waste had me ready to orgasm and she ripped one final fart with a major blowback to my senses.

I heard a knock while Easy was sitting above me. She wiped and then threw the paper at my head. There was a clump of shit on the paper and it actually plunked right into my forehead, sticking. I had to peel it off when I later stood up. They laughed hard at that.

Monica was here to collect her boyfriend, whom she had just let serve as someone else's toilet all weekend. Easy asked about having a rim job given to her, but Monica thankfully let me just shower and head out. We got into her car and she laughed, stating that I'd need a few days recovering because I still smelled like shit.

Well, she told me I'd shower after she gave me one of her loads first. Monica always likes to make sure I eat one of her shits after I've eaten someone else's....

Just goes to show that a toilet's job is never done.