****** The Making of a Toilet Slave by T ******
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The Making of a Toilet Slave


Everything was ready. I stood in my apartment with two bags at my side.
Everything was gone; I'd sold it all, to the last fork and spoon. I had the
resultant cash in one of my bags, in the other were a few documents I'd
prepared and the few tools I'd need. I closed the door to my life as I'd known
it and went to catch the cab, since I'd sold my car as well.

The drive was a short one, to the airport. From there, I would take another cab
to the bus terminal and then a bus the rest of the way. I'd have several hours
to enjoy living as a human lives and to think about what I've agreed to. Mind
you, this was mostly my idea, and the fact that She readily agreed only secured
the decision on my part. After all, there is something to be said for
sacrificing one's humanity to another - especially when the idea of it excites
Her to no end.

I arrived in Her city eight hours later. I was pretty tired, but more from the
inactivity than anything else. 'Get used to it.' I thought to myself as I
hailed another cab. I took it to a drop-off point several blocks from her
house. I'd walk the rest of the way and aside from the fact that I needed to be
careful who saw me go there. It was a nice day.

"Why would I want to be careful?" you ask? Well, what She and I had planned to
do was for me to disappear, essentially. I would belong to Her, quite literally
and in order to facilitate that, I would need to be gone. That meant, moving
notices were sent to my utility companies, a resignation from my job, and no
forwarding address. All of my belongings were sold on eBay - the total a slight
sum of $12,000, not including my last paycheck of $1,600; all of which would be
handed over to my new owner.

I was shaking with excitement as I arrived at Her door. I knocked in the way
She'd directed and she quickly let me in.

"You look even cuter in real life." She said, looking me up and down. "That
makes me happy. The better looking you are, the more enjoyable this will be."
She smiled a killer smile and I felt myself melt.

I set the bags down and kneeled. I really didn't know what else to do, and it
just seemed appropriate. I was immediately taken by the warmth of the house,
its hardwood floors and tasteful décor. It smelled of fresh flowers, although I
could not place what kinds.

"Follow me." She said and took the bags into her dining room. I crawled along
behind her and settled, still kneeling upon the floor. She sat down in a chair
and proceeded to look over their contents. She set the money aside, with out
really looking at it or counting it. She opened the letter I'd written up the
night before and read it carefully. It was in fact, a suicide note. Believe me,
it was a scary thing to pen. But, it was necessary, more for Her protection
than for anything else. I mean, should something happen to me; in no way did I
want Her to be in danger of any sort of legal action. The solution? The letter
she now carefully read over.

Setting it aside, she kept the tools in the bag and turned to me, "The material
you need is in the bathroom, I'll stay out of your way until you've finished. I
expect it to be done before tomorrow, you will neither eat, nor rest, nor even
relieve yourself until it is finished, you understand?"

"I do, yes." I replied. Somewhere deep down inside, I wanted to call Her
mistress, but it seemed inappropriate, since She'd not given me that direction.

"Good. Take up your tools and follow me." And with that, She stood and walked
out of the dinning room, through a carpeted hallway and up a flight of stairs.
The second door on the left was to be my new home. The bathroom's interior was
painted up in off-white with a rich cream trim. The sink and bathtub were a
sparkling white. There was a toilet, but that would soon be removed. Piled upon
the floor were the items I'd need - several power-tools, lumber, nails, six
bags of plaster and a couple of fetish items I'd purchased and modified.

She left me there without another word and immediately I set to work. The
design was my own, and one that She approved. She'd even commented that I must
have given this a lot of thought to be so elaborate... to which, I could only
smile. Indeed, I had.

My first task was to remove the toilet, dealing with the plumbing and the
actual removal of the fixture and placing it on the curbside for trash removal,
which, incidentally, is where several pieces of this project would end up.
Then, I began the task of cutting a whole into the wall. On the other side was
one of two walk-in closets for the master bedroom, which was more than
convenient. Once the debris was removed, I began constructing the box from the
lumber. This box would be large enough to hold me in a prone position and was
just big enough for me to lay in, with pretty much no room to move. Not that
it'd matter, since I'd be bound regardless. Once constructed, I set blocks of
wood inside that would elevate me off the floor of the box. These were spaced
about one foot apart to give maximum support. D rings were screwed inside and
several holes drilled at different points along the box.

I slid it into the wall, a perfect fit. It would stick out into the bathroom
about one foot, so I set about the task of refinishing the wall around it. Then
I painted the box to match the décor.

Next was the construction of the front of the box. For this, I used a fetish
item I'd purchased. As you may have guessed at this point, the item in question
is a fetish toilet, designed to lock a slave's head inside so that they may
serve as a human bowl for whoever desires to sit and use the commode. My
addition to this was to epoxy a rubber funnel to the underside of the seat and
use rubber-epoxy to attach the lower-end of the funnel to an open-faced, rubber
hood. Once dried, it would be perfectly sealed and quite permanent.

Lastly, I began to mix up the plaster in a large basin. I moved downstairs and
approached Her upon my knees. She was watching television and snacking on
crackers and cheese and wine. I was famished, but the sight of Her eating was
exciting me more than my hunger.

"It is finished," I said to Her.

"Excellent," She exclaimed and literally jumped up from the couch. She moved to
the upstairs bathroom and I followed. She looked over my work and inspected it
carefully.

"Very nice," She said and I felt elated.

She turned and looked at me for a long moment. Then said, "Stand up and remove
your clothes." I did so immediately and began to undress, folding my clothes
neatly upon the floor. While I did this, She spoke, "I will give you this one
last chance to walk away from this. You can re-dress and leave. I'll give you
your money back and you can be a free man again... a human again. There will be
no shame in it; I will not think any less of you. I'll be disappointed, but
I'll get over it." She added with a pouting smile. "If you do want this, I
mean, really want this, there will be no turning back. Once you agree, you will
become mine to do with as I choose - and you know what it is I choose to do
with you. There will be no release, no matter how much you beg or plead. I will
own you, body and soul and make no mistake about it, you will die here. The
rest of your life will be spent here. If you agree, you will cease being a
human to me; you will become my property and an object I use. Nothing more."
She looked into my eyes and I returned the gaze.

This was some pretty intense shit. I mean, I was giving up my life, my humanity
and my freedom, for real. No play-acting, no two hours a month for $300. This
was permanent and real. Fucking real.

"It is what I want," I said with a voice as firm as I could muster in spite of
my excitement.

"Very well..." She replied with a devilish smile, "On your back."

The first thing she did was to insert a catheter into my urethra. After which,
she placed Kali's Teeth around the base of my cock (if you have no idea what
this is, go to http://www.tpe.com/ktb) and locked it fast. Already it was doing
its job and the sharp teeth were biting deeply into the sensitive flesh of my
shaft. Should I become too aroused, Kali would bite and the harder I got, the
deeper Kali's teeth would sink into my flesh. Next, she attached a ball harness
around my testicles, which snugged them away from my body and separated them.
On each teste she placed an electrode, each with a red and black wire coming
from them. Next, she inserted a catheter into my asshole. Lastly, she removed
my nipple rings and threaded candlewick through each nipple. As she did this,
my cock sprang to life and I groaned as Kali bite deeply.

"Finished." She said and commanded me to stand. Carefully, I did so and she
directed me out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. The carpet felt warm and
soft against my bare feet and it smelled faintly of flowers and perfume. Into
the walk-in closet we went and stood beside the box.

"In you go." She said unceremoniously and I complied, laying myself carefully
inside the box, sliding my head through the hole at the top and into the toilet
affixed on the other side. She slid the neckpiece into place, which locked my
head into the toilet on the other side and proceeded to affix metal cuffs to my
wrists and ankles. These were in turn locked to the D rings within the box. The
two catheter tubes were threaded through holes drilled out for them and the
tubes attached to their respective receiving bag. The electrode wires were
threaded through another hole drilled out for it and She stood back and smiled
at the site.

From there, it was a matter of pouring the plaster in... which felt cold at
first as it surrounded my body and began to itch as it slowly hardened. Once
the box was filled, she placed the lid on and deftly nailed it into place. Then
set the TENS unit on top and plugged the electrode wires into it. Closing the
door, she went back into the bathroom.

Looking at the site, She say an odd looking toilet attached to a wooden
protrusion tastefully colored as the rest of her bathroom was. On the surface
of the wooden protrusion were two holes. Within these holes were visible my
nipples, threaded as they were with candlewick. She decided to let the plaster
harden around them before she filled the holes with wax and created two inset
candles.

The most difficult part was to get my head into the hood. It took some doing,
but she finally managed to do so. She placed the toilet down over the hood and
locked it into place. I heard the clicking of the lock and felt a sense of
finality. It was frightening, given my current situation,

Everything was dark. I itched and couldn't move a muscle, which was beginning
to annoy me since my body wanted to move and soon, I guessed, it would become
desperate to move, if not frantic. Light streamed in and my vision was framed
by the graceful oval of the underside of a toilet seat. Her face was framed
perfectly.

Looking down, she could see my face framed perfectly at the bottom of the
rubber toilet bowl. She reached in, and applied aquarium sealer to the area
where my skin met the rubber funnel.

Still looking down, She smiled. "Beautiful." She said and her eyes twinkled.
"How do you feel?" She asked.

"A little uncomfortable," I replied truthfully.

She made a thoughtful expression and then smiled again, "Good."

"This will be the last time you are ever addressed by anyone, ever again. From
this point on, you will most likely never again see another human face. You
will never be spoken to and never be regarded as even existing. You've become a
toilet... my toilet and nothing, and I do mean nothing, more. You will never
again move, or walk about, or see anything except the bottom of this bowl and,
of course, my ass. And, you should feel privileged at that too." She mocked a
scolding look. "Speaking is forbidden to you. If you speak, I will use the TENS
unit, not that I don't reserve the right to use it any time I feel like it. If
that proves unsuccessful in silencing you, I will shut the catheter valves. If
that becomes unsuccessful, I will fill this bowl with water until you drown.
Please, do not push me to that limit." She stood up and kissed Her palm and
placed it upon my lips.

"Oh, and before I forget... Thank you." She smiled and closed the lid.

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