I received a text from Master Christopher instructing me to arrive at his place on Friday at 9:00 PM and to make myself available for the weekend.
It had been about five weeks since I first served as Master Christopher's slave's toilet. His slave had fed me six times; twice in the last five days. I guess I knew it was coming. This weekend must be Master Christopher looking to take this to the next phase of my training. Afterall, he had said right out of the gate that if he decided to train me he'd want me multiple times a week and he'd lock me in chastity.
I was excited. I was nervous, but most of all my mind kept coming back to allowing him put me into chastity. I assumed that since he hadn't mentioned anything about longevity, it would be an indefinite period. Could I handle chastity? Did I want to be in chastity? I didn't know the answers to those questions, but I did know I wanted to continue.
The more I thought about it, the more I thought about Master Christopher's slave. How long had he been locked in chastity? Was it an interest they both shared before his enslavement? Was it imposed on him? The more I thought about it, the more I envied him. There was a bond between them, one that I would never get to experience. There were many things I'd never get to experience.
I arrived at Master Christopher's as instructed. I undressed, folded and placed my close to the right of the door as had become the custom, but instead of being lead upstairs to the playroom, the slave led me into the main floor living room.
Master Christopher instructed me to kneel before him on the couch; his slave kneeled facing the corner of the room.
"You've been serving as my slave's toilet for a few weeks now, isn't that right toilet?"
Without giving me a moment to answer Master Christopher continued.
"If you agree to continue, you will be bound in the special toilet room I have created for you, for the entire weekend. You will be bound, immobile really, on your back and under a toilet seat. The only interaction you will have with me or my slave, is when he's using you. When not in use, the lid will be closed and you will be alone."
Master Christopher paused, then continued.
"At the end of the weekend, I will lock up your cock and you will be required to serve my slave four times a week, unless instructed otherwise."
Another pause, then more.
"Are you ready to move forward toilet?"
This time Master Christopher allowed me to answer and I quickly said that I was ready. I didn't truly know if I really was, but...
Master Christopher instructed me to follow him.
We went upstairs to the playroom, he opened the door to what would have been a walk-in closet to show me a rim seat and four eye hooks embedded in the floor.
"Lay on your back positioning your head under under the rim seat."
I did as instructed. Master Christopher then began to bind my wrists and ankles to their respective eye hooks making sure his ropework didn't cut off circulation.
"Unfortunately for you, my slave shit this morning. So, you won't get any use this evening."
I started up at the closed toilet seat above me it began to dawn on me, I would be bound like I was, alone, with nothing but my thoughts for almost the entire weekend. I was rock hard.
"At the end of this weekend you'll know what it is like to be nothing but a toilet. At the end of this weekend your cock will no longer be yours. In truth, your real training starts at the end of this weekend."
With that, Master Christopher left me alone, bound and under a closed toilet seat. I had a feeling it was going to be a long weekend.