6 comments/ 113100 views/ 14 favorites Convent Toilet Slave By: Richard963 I was on a cycling holiday in Eastern France; it was the thing to do in the seventies – there being no cheap air flights! At Cambridge I was studying Modern Languages and I thought a three week cycling tour of Lorraine and Alsace would be good for my education, and boy, how it was. On the first Saturday, in the afternoon, I was travelling at speed, down a hill and as I turned a corner, I ran wide and went onto the gravel. The wheels skidded and I slide off sideways. My body hit a door and it burst open. My head hit the door jam and I lost consciousness. When I came to I was surrounded by women, some in dresses and others in nun's habits. "Am I in heaven?" They smiled but didn't speak. It took it a bit of time and then I realised I was in France and they didn't understand me, so I scrabbled around in my brain and translated into French. "Bon Jour, est ici heaven?" "Mais non, monsieur, cette une convent" I was in quite a bit of pain. I looked down and my thigh was all scratched and bleeding – my shorts had been torn in the slide along the road. Two nuns helped me walk into their convent and into a reception room. There, they washed my cuts. I asked after my bicycle and two women went out and pulled it into the yard. After putting some plastes, they helped me go to the bike and take the panniers off. These held my spare clothing, and I extracted a pair of trousers. Another woman came into the room. She was dressed in an ordinary frock and seemed to be in charge – and she spoke English. "Who are you and why have you come here? This is a Convent and a Retreat for abused women. We do not allow men here." "I'm sorry, madam, but have had an accident and I fell through your Entry Door. Can I change into these somewhere, s'il vous plait?" She helped me to a small bedroom on the first floor. I had difficulty walking up the stairs and my arm hurt. "This is the bedroom that is used by the priest when he stays. You can change here." "Fine, and thank you." I sat down and changed out of my shorts. I walked back out of the room. The woman in charge, who was called Jeanne, took me down to the Rectory. Apparently the convent used to have about 100 of nuns. The Germans raped and pillaged the convent in the war, and since then the numbers had reduced. Recently, very few young girls came forward to become Brides of Christ. "Nowadays, we have six old nuns and eighteen women who have retreated from the world or have been abused by men and want to get away. They pay what they can, and spend as long as they like here. We are supported financially by the Church and by rents from the local village. Also we sell our own brand of Liquor." "Could I stay here until I recovered my strength please? " "Well, if this was only a convent, a man would not even be allowed over the threshold, but since we are a retreat now as well, I think you could stay a few days." She showed me round and introduced me to some of the women but not the nuns. They all had work to do, cleaning, cooking, bottling and they had discussion groups. Everyone attended the chapel twice a day. "You can stay in the Priest's room. It is close to the communal lavatories and wash room." She took me in, and I saw wooden partitioned seated toilets on the left room with four cubicles on each side, eight in all. There were no doors on any of the cubicles. In the right hand room there was a line of hand basins with facing mirrors. On the other side, on the right hand wall, thewre were four open cubicles of shower units. "We recently had the seated lavatories installed - before that there was just holes in the floor. The older nuns were having trouble squatting down and getting up again." I noticed that at the far end of the lavatories, there was a cubicle which had a plank about twelve inches wide behind it, going from the toilet cubicle into the washroom area, through a large hole in the wall. The seat consisted of two curved side supports,fixed about six inches above the bowl. "What is that toilet cubicle with the plank for?" I asked Jeanne. "Oh, that was used for punishing the nuns who disobeyed the Mother Superior. We only use it for amusement now." I looked at the device closely. The plank came through the back of the toilet so that it jutted out into the bowl. The other end of the plank extended out and was resting on another toilet bowl with a circular hole cut in it. Half way along, there was a wide leather strap dangling down the side. I wondered what it would be like to be strapped on it. My penis twitched at the idea of licking a load of cunts and being pissed on. I rested for the rest of the day and spent the time fixing my bike. I also talked to some of the women – some were friendly and a few hostile. By the evening, I was feeling much fitter and I drank several glasses of wine with my meal. Afterwards I was given a glass of their liquor. It tasted sweet and was not as strong as Green Chartreuse or Benedictine. I liked it and had another glass. Unfortunately, I got into an argument with some of the abused women, who had taken a dislike to all men. The upshot was, that I was bundled upstairs into the toilet and strapped to the plank in the toilets. My trousers were pulled down and my ankles were tied to the side of the bowl. I woke up the next morning at the sound of a bell, with a bad headache. I could see daylight and I could hear women talking. They were laughing and pointing at me. Then one came over to my cubicle, and lifted her nighty to squat over my face. I looked up between her thighs and she looked down at me. Her pubic hairs were tickling my nose. I opened my nose to protest but then she started to piss and my mouth was suddenly full of it. I had to swallow – it tasted salty. When she finished, I licked up the last few drops. Then she rose up off me and looked down. "That's for leaving me you bastard." The next one came on top of me and did the same, but this time I kept my mouth shut. The third woman went round to the other end and I felt her play with my prick until it was hard enough for her to sit on it. She didn't insert it into herself but rubbed her cunt up and down it, then pissed all over it, leaving me frustrated. I was left in peace for a bit and I could see other women coming in and using the hand basins. They all looked at me but no one wanted to use me. There was a gap in time while everyone had their breakfast. Then Jeanne came up to see me with a cup of coffee and a croissant. She let me sit up to drink the coffee, but made it clear that I was not to move out. I drank my coffee and then went and had a piss and shit myself – in a different cubicle! "We had a meeting after breakfast and we have decided that you should be punished for invading our living space" "But it was an accident!" "Yes, but you are still here so you must pay for your sins. You must serve a day strapped on the toilet seat." Jeanne strapped me down and then pulled her knickers off and sat on my face. "Embrace my lower hole," She said in French. I dutifully pushed my tongue up through a mass of pubic hair and licked her cunt. She moved it up and down until I felt her clitoris at the top of her slit. I licked hard and put my teeth on it, to give her a sensation of pain. She cried out and some liquid came into my mouth followed by load of piss. I had no option but to swallow it all. My prick was standing to attention. She got off me and went round to my cock. She grasped hold of it and slid herself down, then proceeded to fuck me hard. I came very quickly. She rested a moment or two then climbed off and came back to me to make me lick my own spunk off her twat, it was like licking ice cream from a cornet. After that I had a steady stream of women coming in to have a piss over me.Then one fat woman, sat her large bum over my face, cutting out all daylight. I dutifully pushed my tongue up and found her arse hole. It was wrinkled and closed but I pushed into it. Then to my horror I felt a turd coming out. I didn't have a chance to pull my head away and the turd came into my mouth. I struggled not to swallow but it went in any way, followed by a second one. I had to swallow both. I felt sick. Then she moved back a bit a let fly with a load of smelly piss. I managed to turn my head and vomited out the turds. She stood up and looking down at me through the gap between her fat thighs said " That's for leaving me for a skinny girl". My next customers were a pair of plain younger women. One sat on my face while the other one knelt between her legs and watched closely as she pissed with her thighs open. My view was of a neatly trimmed bush. After she had stopped pissing, I licked the drips off her cunt and then licked her vagina. She gave out sounds of pleasure, so I carried on and flicked her clit with my tongue than pushed it as high as I could in her cunt. She moved her bottom back and forward as I licked. Then, suddenly she got up and raced around to the washroom and grabbed my cock. It was not hard yet, so she rubbed it vigorously up and down until it was, then speared herself on it. Her friend ran around to her. "Stop for a minute, and I'll tie this scarf on him otherwise, he'll come before I can use him," She took a scarf off her neck and tied it round the base of my prick. Then the first girl carried on moving up and down. She soon finished. It must have been the first fuck for some time for her. The other girl took her place and similarly pounded my pubic bone. I was loving it. Eventually she stopped, panting, with her head hanging down, her hair obscuring her face. She got off slowly leaving my stiff prick waving in the air. I hadn't come because of the scarf. "Shall we finish him?" "Oh yes, I would love to see it spout!" She wanked me quickly. After a few strokes I yelled for her to let go. My prick bucked and a stream of spunk shot up in the air, some of it going onto her face. She smacked it with her hand. "Naughty boy, you spat at me!" My next visitor was an old nun. I knew it was, because everything went totally black and I could smell an old woman's cunt – pissy. Before I could lick it, a stream of piss covered my face. I spluttered as I tried to breath. When it stopped, I heard her voice say "Use your tongue, use your tongue". I had no option but to do as she said. I thrust upwards into the darkness and touched a wet greasy surface. I dutifully licked, but without enthusiasm. The nun made me lick her for a good five minutes, and then she moved off me, my tongue ached with the effort. After that there was a spell of women coming in to wash their hands before going to lunch. Soon Jeanne came up with a Baguette with ham and cheese in it. Plus a glass of rough red wine. It made all the difference. Jeanne talked to me, and mentioned that the village priest had came to conduct the Sunday Service and had stayed to lunch. My afternoon session, started with the priest coming in. He saw me in the cubicle but he pissed in another one. Then he went round into the washroom. I could see his face as he bent down to examine my cock and balls. He gently picked up my prick and fondled it a bit, then put it into his mouth. I became stiff under his ministrations. He opened his own trousers fly, (he wasn't wearing his cassock), and started to wank himself. He pulled his mouth off me and lifted my two legs up in the air with his rigt hand. With his othe hand, he guided his prick into my arsehole and pushed until he was all inside of me. It slid in nicely without any pain, but just felt a bit queer. At the same time he reached down and masturbated me. He came before me. I could feel him spurting up my rectum. The spunk dribbled out and down my arse cheeks. The priest kelt down and took me in his mouth and sucked me until I came. It felt delicious, his mouth was so smooth and warm. The afternoon was quiet after that, and then I was un-strapped by a nice looking red haired woman. She wanted to make a wax model of my penis. "I'm Marie, and I run the Art Classes here. We make candles for the church and as I haven't seen a penis for so long that I want to have something to remind me of what I was missing." "Yes, I am happy for you to make a model of my cock, I am proud of my seven inches." I spoke in execrable French. I slid out of my cubicle and sat up on the plank in the washroom. Marie started to get me stiff by using her hand, and then she put her mouth down on me. She continued to suck until she felt my ball sack tighten, just prior to ejaculation. I turned over onto my front so my cock hung down in the bowl. Marie pushed a container of nearly hot wax up to enclose all my genitals. She held it there for a minute. The heat was not too much at first but I had to ask her to take it off before I was cooked! Marie carefully pulled the wax container off my prick. Then she cooled down the wax by putting in a sink of cold water. "That's my work done, now for some pleasure," She pulled off her knickers and came and sat on my lap. We kissed gently and let our tongues mingle. I could feel my prick resurrecting itself under her. She moved up and then slid down on it. "This is good. I haven't had a fuck since I left my brute of a husband." She moved slowly at first and then started to really bounce on me. "Oh Yes, that's it I'm coming." I didn't come even though I wanted to, so I picked her up, turned her onto the plank, with my prick still inside her. I really pummelled her hard until I came. That exhausted me. I rested my head on her chest and caught my breath. That was the third time I had come that day or was it the fourth? More times than I had come in six months!! Soon after Marie left, there came a flurry of women getting ready for dinner. Most didn't use me, but three did - probably the ones who had strapped me in. They plonked themselves down on my face and pissed straight off with no time for licking allowed. One had a small shit and the turd landed on my neck and fell off sideways. Jeanne came up from her office and unstrapped me. "You can get up now, your punishment has finished. Have a shower and come down for dinner". I undressed out of my piss-laden shirt and pulled off my trousers. The water was nice and hot and all the shit and sweat of the day was washed away. I had a quiet dinner, with some of the women smiling at me and the others ignoring me. I didn't stay for liquor but went off to my bed. I was woken by Jeanne, as I had slept through the morning bell. I sat down with her for my bread and coffee breakfast. As I was drinking it, a buxom young girl, obviously a peasant, came up to Jeanne and whispered in her ear. Jeanne looked at me and replied quietly. "Yes, alright then, I'll bring him along in a minute." She turned to me and said "You have one more duty to perform, come with me." She took me into the big old kitchen and into a small larder room on the side. There, the young girl was waiting for us. She was leaning on a table with her drawers around her ankles. She was rubbing her cunt with a lewd smile on her face. As she saw me, she turned around, rested her arms on the table and pushed her bum out. "Clare has simple needs, and normally the priest 'services' her on Sunday, but I believe he came to you yesterday? Well, you will have to take his place today." "I would be happy to" I replied. Jeanne left us to it. I pulled down my shorts and pants and rubbed my prick to get it stiff. I also dropped to my knees and licked up her thighs to her open cunt. It was very wet and I enjoyed pushing my face into it. My nose went into her arse hole which smelt a bit shitty, so I saw moved my head up and licked it clean. Then I stood up and pushed my cock into her juicy hole. It was easy fucking, and she soon cried as she came. I carried on, and she turned her head and pointed to her arse hole saying, in French, "Come in my hole for shit". So I pulled out of one hole and pushed into her other one. This was much tighter and I soon had an enjoyable orgasm. I sagged back from her and slipped out. Clare turned around and fell to her knees to take my limp dick in her mouth, licking and sucking it. What a service. Jeanne came back in then and watched her for a few minutes. Then she lifted her dress and rubbed herself through her knickers. "Come here Clare, and see to me, please." Clare left me dangling, and walked on her knees to Jeanne, where she pushed her head between her open thighs to kiss her cotton panties, beffore reaching up to pull them down. She pushed her head right in and licked Jeanne's cunt - she had done it before. "That's it, .... right there, .....harder .... harder " and spasmed with her coming. We went back to her office and I colleted my panniers. Jeanne wrote down name my name, and my Cambridge address. She gave me a bottle of their liquor, carefully wrapped in paper, as a present 'for services rendered'. "I am glad I was able to bring 'relief' to your abused women." She walked me out to the outer door of the Convent. It seemed like a long time since I had gate-crashed into their way of life. I kissed her on both cheeks, as is the fashion in France. I mounted my bike and went off, slowly and carefully down the hill. Some months later, I received a letter from Marie, thanking me for my 'donation'. It appears that she made a bronze cast of my penis and more than one copy! One bronze penis had been secured to the washroom side of the toilets for the continuing 'relief' of the lonesome women. What a nice way to remember me. Convent Toilet Slave Revisits I woke up when some fluid hit my face, then I smelt it. It was piss. Where the hell was I? Then two parts of darkness parted and I saw a face looking at me. "Bonjour bonjour. En plein de vos la bouche je vous en prie." So I opened my mouth and the piss squirted in. I just had to gulp it down. It tasted salty, I had forgotten the taste. I could see that the woman above me was only crouching over the toilet seat. When the flow of piss stopped, she sat down properly and looked down at my face once more and spoke (in French) "Lick me now to orgasm, or I shall shit on you." My face was tickled by her pubic hair. I pushed my tongue up into her cunt and penetrated her vagina. It felt smooth and tight. The woman shifted her arse backwards and I could feel her clitoris – just a little nub of gristle, but an important one. I sucked at it and tried to bite it but it was too slippery. The woman above me squirmed and pressed herself down onto my mouth. I could feel my erection getting bigger with every lick. I was really enjoying the sensation. How did I get into this position? Well it all came back to me. I was in the punishment toilet, yet again. I had been here twelve years ago as language student on a bicycling tour of the mountains of the Voges and I crashed into this Convent.It is called Sainte Marguerite, and is not far from Strasbourg. The Mother Superior had let me in, dealt with my cuts and bruises and allowed me to repaire my bike. At that time it was operating as a Refuge for beaten and abused wives and it was run partially by the nuns and partially by French professional care workers. I had obtained my Honours degree in Modern Languages and I had immediately been employed by the European Union. By hard work over the years, I had risen to the position of Assistant Commissioner. I had overseen the alloction of a grant for converting the convent into a proper Refuge for abused women. The old nuns had died off and no young girls had been attracted to devote themselves to being a nun. The Catholic Church agreed to a long term lease to the French Government. The small nun's cells were knocked two into one and an extension was built onto the main building to house the Care workers. The chapel was converted into a Recreation area. The old central toilets were partially changed to showers and the lavatories were changed for modern ones – except the punishment one which was were kept at my insistence. I was in that toilet now. What happened to get me to undergo this ordeal again, was a bet. I had returned six months after it had opened and I stayed in the visitor's house which had been the Priest's place to stay when he went there to say Mass. I had had an evening dinner with the staff and the women in their refractory. I had been drinking some of the liquor from the distillery that was adjacent to the convent. It had been owned by the Convent, but now was a seperate business and it gave employment to the Abused women. I became a bit drunk and in a rash moment, I bet the women who surrounded me in the lounge after dinner, that I could stand a day being pissed on, for a hundred Euros bet. The word that a man was in their toilets and wanting to be pissed on, had spread. With a cry, the unseen woman above me, orgasmed. She sat quietly for a moment and then got up and moved away. I was left alone for a period and then another arse appeared above me. This one was rather big and cut out all my light. Then there was this huge fart, right in my nose; I felt as though I had been gassed. This was followed by a hot smelly stream of piss; I let it flow all over my face with my eyes tight shut; this was what I wanted. I endured it with pleasure and I now had a nice erection. I reached down with my two hands undid my belt and pulled my trousers and pants down to around my ankles. I started to masturbate. I heard someone come into the cubicle and a hand slapped mine away. "Let me deal with that." A voice said. I could only see a female body; then I could see her turn around and place her bare bottom above my stiff cock. She took hold of it and guided herself down until I was wholly inside her. It was lovely,warm and wet, but she didn't move back up again. She moved her body around so that her clitoris was rubbing against me; the woman doing this was taunting me. She continued this until I heard a gasp as she came. I felt frustrated which was obviously her intention. There was a gap before the next woman and she approached my toilet facing the wall. She opened her legs to put them either side of the toilet,then bent her knees and pulled the lips of her cunt open to piss straight at my face. Again I had to shut my eyes because piss stings. She spoke, I'll translate. "You dirty bastard – drink my piss – this will repay you for your infidelity." She then lowered herself down so her cunt was right on my mouth. She was still pissing but not as fast as it was. She positioned her hairy twat right down on my mouth; I no option but to drink the last lot. She rubbed her cunt, trying to get off on my tongue. It felt funny being upside down, staring at her arsehole. My tongue dehooded her clit and I concentrated on it. Soon she came; my tongue was covered with her juices but the action had given me a raging hard on. I moved my hands down and wanked a bit but could not get satisfaction. She moved off without a word. The next woman arrived a bit later and this time she deliberately placed her bum on my face. I heard her say "Lick my arsehole clean, you swine." I pushed my tongue up and found that her wrinkled hole was shitty. I had never tasted woman's arsehole before, and this one had a revolting taste. I had never thought I would do such a thing. To my surprise I felt my prick respond and grow stiff. I speared her asshole with the tip of my tongue; she ground her bum into my mouth. I was unable to breathe. When I couldn't hold my breath any longer, I struggled to turn my head; then I managed to get my hands up through the tunnel and I lifted her bum off my face so I could breathe. I let her arse down again and she sat back on my face. I went to lick her arse hole again but I felt a massive fart explode, right in my face. I tried to turn my face away. I heard the woman laugh and she rose up off me. "Did you enjoy licking my derriere?" she laughed and went away. It would seem that the abused women were getting their revenge on men through me. I decided I needed a piss myself, so I reached down and pushed my prick down between my thighs an let it go into the toilet bowl which was positioned under my arse. Let me explain the situation. Only my head showed in one toilet and my torso and legs were in another one, back to back. This 'Punishment ' lavatory, had been installed when the Convent was built in about 1905 when the nun's Order was very strict. When I arranged for the convent to be converted, I stated that this bigger toilet was to be designed as a Disability Toilet under the EU Health and Safety regulations. The fact was it was not safe or hygienic, was a nice touch of irony. I had to wait about an hour for my next visit when two young girls came in at once. I could hear them and only see their faces if they leaned over the bowl. I looked up as they spoke. "Oui, il ya un homme dans la toilette." One of them turned around as I watched, pulled her skirt up and then sat down on my face. She opened her thighs,looked down at me, and proceeded to piss out a strong stream of piss. It was so strong it went over my face onto the underside of the bowl. Then as it slowed, I saw a couple of fingers reach down and rub her clitoris which was in front of my eyes. They rubbed her slowly. I joined in the action by pushing my tongue up into her vagina. Then the girl moved herself backwards and her clit came in reach of my tongue. I eagerly licked it and she responded by moving herself back and forwards over it. This is what I enjoyed – licking a juicy cunt. My right hand moved down and I started to have a wank. Suddenly, I heard a quick conversation and the girl got up off the seat, pulled her knickers up and then disappeared from view. Next minute I heard and saw that the two girls had come into the cubicle. I felt her soft hand on my prick. They were talking and laughing together but I couldn't quite hear their words. Next, as I began to get erect again, I felt a lovely wet mouth on my cock head. Her mouth moved down and the up, up and down. Oh! It felt so terrific. She stopped then and held it in her hand as she moved herself into place. I could see her lovely round white bum above my cock and then her cunt enveloped it. It was wet and warm as she slid down me. I thrust upwards. We got into a rhythm matching our movements; I felt that wonderful heady rush as one begins to cum, but the girl came first and lifted herself off me and grabbed my cock to prevent me cuming and from going limp. I heard her say then, "Ok you can have him now. Use your arse hole so you don't get pregnant" She let go of me and her friend mounted me, again facing my feet. This time though, she held her arse cheeks open and slid her arsehole down onto me. I could see her thighs were open and I think her friend must have dropped to her knees and was fellating her. The image swam into my mind. I could see the younger girl on her knees pushing her tongue up into the other's juicy cunt. I became terribly excited and I pulled the round bum down hard on myself; the pain of the tight sphincter muscle caused me to cum and cry out at the same time. The girl must have cum too because I could see her head go back. Things went quiet then for a bit, until I heard a rush of doors banging; it must be lunch time, I thought. The face of the woman in charge appeared above me. "Do you want a break for lunch? Have you had enough piss?" "Yes I think so and yes you have won your bet." "I will come round and release you, but first I must have a pee. Open your mouth please." With that she turned around and pulled up her smart black skirt and pulled down her tights and pants. I could see her bending forwards and she aimed her hairy twat at my face. A stream of hot smelly piss hit my mouth. I gulped it down and wanked at the same time. I had a hard time swallowing it all and a lot went down my cheeks. When she finished, she wiped her cunt with a bit of tissue and dropped it on my face. I blew it off. Madam went away and next minute she came into the other cubicle. "Oh, you're erect! I'll help you." She put her hand on my cock and started to wank me vigorously. I came quickly and I had to hold her hand as she had not realised I had cum. She wiped her fingers on the loo paper and dropped it into the bowl and pressed the handle. I must explain here, that the flushing water was conducted into the side of the bowl. She then undid the broad leather belt that had been fastened across my waist. "Have a shower and the please join me in the Refectory for lunch. Here is a towel and soap." At lunch I thanked her for my experiences and gave her a hundred Euros. That gave me an idea. "I am the editor and publisher of a fetish magazine called 'To Pee or not To Pee' and I could put in an article about this Refuge and say that you would be willing to entertain perverted males for a donation of two hundred Euros. This would would include two night's stay at the priest's house. Would you agree to that?" "Yes, I can see that some warped minded men would want to be humiliated and our women would like to make such men suffer. I agree." So, my magazine duly published my account and gave out details of the address. Quite a few men and some women used that toilet over the next three years, until the friendly woman in charge left, and the new one did not want such 'Filth' to soil her Refuge.