I arrived at Master Christopher's house at 10:30 AM on Saturday as instructed. I was greeted at the door by Master Christopher's slave; he was completely naked except for the chastity device his cock was locked in.
Once inside I was given instructions to remove my clothes, fold them and place them neatly to the right of the front door. As I undressed I had a chance to focus in on the cage the slave's cock was locked in. It was a small stainless steel cage & I wondered what it must be like to live with it on.
I was pulled back to reality when the slave told me to follow him and started walking down the hall. We went upstairs and into a bedroom that was set up as a play-room. There was a cage in one corner, rope and bondage gear was hanging on the walls and in the center of the room was a rim seat with its lid closed.
I was given instructions to lay on the floor positioning my head under the rim seat. I'd never been under a rim seat with a lid before, let along one where it was closed. I couldn't help but wonder what was running through the slave's mind. Did he want to use me as his toilet? Would he enjoy it? What kind of a minduck would it be to stare at my hard cock as he fed me with his locked up tight?
About five or ten minutes after I got under the rim seat Master Christopher entered the room. He commented to his slave that I looked very excited to serve as his toilet this morning. He pushed my hard cock with his foot and said that he'd take care of this soon enough.
Master Christopher walked up to the rim seat, squat down and began to explain how this was going to work. Unlike other times I had fed from a man I was not to kiss or make out with his slave's hole. As soon as his slave lifted up the lid and sat down I was to simply open my mouth. As soon as my my was full, I was to tap my nose to the slave's right cheek to inform him to hold. As soon as I had chewed/swallowed what had been deposited I was to tap my nose to his left cheek to indicate I was ready for me.
Master Christopher instructed his slave to come over to the rim seat, lift the lid and sit down. I've always loved watching a guy sit down above me, but this was surreal, this wasn't a man, this was a slave.
Master Christopher said that he fed his slave yesterday afternoon and again this morning. He told me that he wanted me to focus on the fact that I wasn't eating a man's shit, I was eating slave shit. A toilet's shit. With that he got up, walked to a chair on the other side of the room and instructed his slave to begin.
Moments after Master Christopher gave the instruction to begin, his slave's hole opened up and shit began to emerge. I wanted more than anything to lift my head up and seal my mouth around the slave's asshole, but followed instructions. It only took a few seconds for his shit to enter my mouth, it was warm, solid, had a very strong smell and a very deep earthy chalky taste. I lifted my nose, tapped my nose to the slave's right cheek, rested my head back on the floor and began to chew.
If I am honest, it was much harder to eat the slave's shit than I thought it would be. I gagged with each swallow and it took a good five minutes before I lifted my head to tap my nose to start again. My mouth filled faster this time and the shit was softer. Again I struggled to get it down. From the corner of the room Master Christopher asked if his toilet's shit tasted as good as a man's shit. Before I could could even try to answer he said he couldn't imagine it tasted as good as his did. My toilet has the honor of eating my shit, you get to eat his. My cock throbbed as he said this.
I tapped my nose to his slave's left cheek and he filled my mouth for a third and last time. As I struggled to chew and swallow it down Master Christopher commented on how hard I was, how turned on I was toilet'ing for his toilet. He was right, I was lost in the act and if allowed to touch my cock, I would have exploded.
I was instructed to lick the slave's hole clean. I was glad to be able to make contact with his hole, even if only for a moment. The slave was instructed to stand, close the rim seat's lid and he and Master Christopher left the room.
I don't know how long I lay under the closed lid before Master Christopher came back into the room. He instructed me to slide out from under the seat and follow him to the front foyer. I was told to dress and just before I pulled my shirt down Master Christopher touched my stomach. He then grabbed my hard cock through my jeans and said this needs to be locked up. When you jerk off tonight, and I know you will, focus on the taste of my slave's shit. Focus on the fact that you've started down the road to becoming my toilet's regular toilet. Not many slaves or subs are willing to submit to serving as a man's toilet, you on the other hand... you have a stomach full of slave shit, not to mention it's residue coating the inside of your mouth.
As I walked out the door Master Christopher said Thursday, 8:00 make sure you're here on time.