My Shit Lord Ð Chapter 2
Disclaimer: This story is complete fiction. All characters are made up and any similarity to anyone dead or alive is coincidental. This is a raunch story with scat, puke and a Master/slave relationship - if that offends you, please discontinue reading. If it is illegal for you to read such material, you have been warned. I condone the acts in my stories as between consenting adults. If you like this story, you can contact me at hipstersir@yahoo.com. Suggestions are always welcomed but they are just that - suggestions.
Sorry it has taken so long for a second chapter. I'll continue this story from my perspective (Alex) and from Danny's.
My Life as a Shit Servant
It has been about six months since I gave up everything and moved to NY to become Danny's property. I didn't do this in a half-heartedly. I made the full jump into this. Danny did too. We knew if we were going to do this, we had to be fully committed to it and, wow, we certainly are. I have give Danny control of everything. As I've mentioned, I've done pretty well for myself, so Danny has become not only a new Master, but rather wealthy too. I used some of my resources to essentially make myself disappear. My name doesn't exist any longer; in fact I am simply reported as a missing person. In a short time, I will be completely forgotten and assumed dead. I have no possessions, no money, nothing. I am completely at Danny's mercy. The remaining things I did have back home, Danny went through and kept what he wanted and sold the rest. I don't even have clothes. I am now, for all intents and purposes, nonexistent and not even really human.
My new life as Danny's property is incredible. I love what I have become. I am His property and I live only to care for His needs. I never would have imagined what pleasure i would get out of being a total shit slave and human toilet, out of tending to someone's every need and desire. I can never go back to any other life. This is what I was made to be. Shit is my life. My Shit Lord Danny is my God.
Each day is basically the same Ð for me at least. There are days that deviate from normal, but I only exist for a limited purpose, so there isn't much that changes for me, unless Danny decides it should. I rarely speak. I am rarely allowed to stand up, unless it is necessary to my chores. I never wear anything more than a collar. I have only left the loft on two occasions since we came here. I have no human contact with anyone other than Danny, or anyone he designates. Even then, it is too much to call it `human' contact. I am a toilet first and foremost. I am a toy or an object at other times. I am a servant who takes care of the needs of its Master.
My 22 year old God and Shit Lord, Danny, sleeps in a luxurious, comfortable bed. My place is in a specially built bin. It is made of plastic and is just large enough for me to curl up in to sleep Ð much like some kind of animal. It has minimal comforts Ð a small pillow, a plastic sheet, a bucket for me to use as my own toilet (though I must consume anything I put in it) and a bowl for food or water. I stay close by to My Lord for whatever He may need. He does allow me the pleasure of sleeping with Him sometimes. That is a special treat to show me that He does indeed love me.
Each morning, an alarm goes off at my bin, just about 15 minutes before His alarm is due to go off. I must be ready for Him when He awakens. He usually calls to me to come and place my mouth on His cock and accept His morning piss. Danny pisses into my mouth and I have become adept at swallowing it all. Like morning piss tends to be it's a rank, warm morning piss. After He has finished, He pushes me away until He is ready to get out of bed. I am usually very excited to be getting His attention and I often will lick His feet and legs right away, He pats me on the head and says "good, toilet." 'Toilet', that is essentially my new name. Sometimes He calls me faggot or cunt, but my new name is 'toilet'. I like that.
Sometimes He has to shit right away, I love those days. When He does, He slides to the edge of the bed and exposes His beautiful asshole to me. I immediately place my mouth over it and begin licking it until He begins to shit. I slowly take every bit of His fine, brown, excrement into my mouth and savor it, chew it and swallow it. Once He is done, I lick His asshole clean and we go about the rest of our morning.
We go into the living room of the loft and He takes His place in His special chair. I turn on the TV for Him and bring Him His computer. He relaxes while I go and prepare prepare his breakfast. This is among the few times in His presence that I am allowed to stand up fully. After I have made His coffee and a bowl of bran cereal, I bring them to Him. I feed Him His cereal one spoonful at a time until He is done. Then, as is the case every day, I get back down on my knees and suck His beautiful cock while He enjoys His coffee. Once He blows His load of hot, creamy cum into my mouth, He pats me again and says, "its time for me to get ready, toilet. Head on into the bathroom and be ready for me." This means He is not only ready for His shower, but He hasn't already done so, He has to shit as well. I go excitedly to the bathroom.
The master bathroom of our apartment has been fitted for me. Where the toilet once was, now there is a space where I can comfortably sit and be low enough for Him to sit over me on a rim seat and shit right into my mouth. Opposite that space is a mirror so Danny can watch me eat His shit. If it is a day that He needs to shit then, or maybe even a second time, I position myself there and await His arrival. Once He comes into the bathroom, He sits on the seat and I go to work, rimming His ass waiting for His shit. He lets out some gas and then a thick, hard turd begins to come out of his ass and I begin to gobble it up as fast as it comes out. He groans with delight. I have become a pro, I can eat His shit as fast as it comes out. I love His shit, it is what I live for. When He is done, I lick his ass clean. He then hands me a bucket He has been pissing in while shitting and I drink it up. Then He steps into the shower where I now need to bathe Him. This is the only time I get to use the shower. I am not permitted to bathe unless He says so. Danny likes me to be a bit dirty, but does like me to clean up once in a while too. I wash His body from head to toe. When we have lots of time, like on the weekends, I do so with my tongue first, then with a washcloth and soap. Today is a workday, so it's a quick shower. After He is clean, I dry Him off and we head to the bedroom. I then dress Him in the clothes that I had ironed the night before. After I have dressed Him, I leave Him for a few minutes to finish getting ready. I go, on all fours, to the living room and wait by the door.
Despite His newfound wealth, He still chooses to occupy His days working at an all boys school. He was able to use His wealth to ensure Him a cushy job with a very prominent school. Again, as a nother sign that He truly loves me, He gives me a special treat each day just before He leaves. I am allowed to stand up and He gives me a deep, passionate kiss. He does this everyday, it's something I really like. He loves to taste the shit in my mouth just before He leaves me for the day. After He is done kissing me He tells me He loves me and I get down on my knees and bow to Him and tell Him, "I love you, my Shit Lord, you are why I live." He tells me what a good toilet I am and leaves.
Once He leaves, I begin to go about my day. I take care of cleaning the loft, take care of His clothes, remake His bed, all of the basic chores a slave needs to do to keep his Master happy. But first, I must finally shit and piss myself. I have been up tending to Him for more than an hour and I have not even pissed yet. He likes me to wait and hold in what I have. Sometimes, He lets me shit and piss for Him and then makes me eat it. Most times though, He expects me to wait until all of His needs are met first. I have to shit badly and piss too. I go to my bin and get the bucket. First I piss in it, then I squat over it and take a shit. It's a soft steamy shit and it softens up even more in the bowl of piss. As I often do, I sit in my bin and eat my filth. Since I really don't eat much other food, I revel in the fact that I am eating Danny's shit and piss again. After I am done, I go and take my vitamins and go about my chores.
It's now about 5:30 and Danny is due home any minute. I wait eagerly by the door. I hope this is a day when he brings me a treat. As I mentioned, Danny works at an all boys school. He has paid a special friend (someone we'll meet later) to rig up the bathroom there to farm shit for me when He wants to treat me Ð or even have a little treat for Himself. Of course, Danny takes a daily dump every afternoon and He brings it home to me. About the only waste He produces that I miss is some piss that is just not convenient to catch. I hear the key in the door and I get on all fours and wait. In He walks and I bow to Him and say, "I have missed you my Shit Lord." He pats me on the head and I immediately begin to take His things and get Him over to the couch. I remove His shoes and begin to suck and lick His feet. He spends His day on His feet a lot and they are rank and sweaty. After a while, he says, "good toilet, you must be hungry" I was since the last thing I ate was my filth from the morning. He has me fetch His bag. He pulls out the container of His shit from earlier in the day and gives it to me. I await His permission to open it and once He says so, I immediately dig in to what He has brought me. On many days, He also presents me with a second container of some of the hot boy shit that He has collected for me. He even sits on the floor with me sometimes and enjoys some of the boy shit with me.
After this daily ritual, the most common thing is for me to prepare Him dinner. I get Him undressed and relaxed and He watches TV or plays on the internet. I go and make dinner and then come to Him and feed it to Him. I clean everything up and then I usually curl up on the floor behind His chair and await any special orders He gives me, any toilet needs or just wait to go to bed. Depending on how He feels each day Ð horny, angry, tired, whatever Ð is usually what determines what comes next.
Today would be just a simple day. He would fall asleep in front of the TV and I would just lay there waiting for Him to need something. When He would realize it was time for bed, He would get up, give me a kick and we'd go to the bedroom. He'd stand beside His bed and I would be on my knees in front of Him ready to take His nightly piss. He then crawls into bed, I tuck Him in and then I retreat to my bin. I fall asleep dreaming of what a wonderful life I have and how lucky I am.
I look forward to telling some more stories of my adventures with my Shit Lord. With the intro and set up done, the stories will become more graphic and wild, though I will still occasionally share details too to keep the stories going. Look for the same story told from Danny's point of view - My Shit Servant.