A Dark and Twisty Tale - Pt. 02

"So. You consent to serve. How NICE." The last said with a noticeable amount of extra bite.

"Follow, but keep your head lower than mine, and 3 paces behind me at all times."

Without waiting to check on his compliance, Ren walked into the interior of her house. After a short distance, Ren paused outside a plain wooden door, and instructed: "Kneel... and stay" (added somewhat as an afterthought).

He knelt, eyes searching automatically (and in vain) for an area of floor that would be kinder to his knees. He heard a click of a light switch. Silence. Some strange noises, unidentifiable.

An extended period of silence. A fractional adjusting of his knees, to ease the increasing discomfort. A whiff of damp piss, slowly growing stale. Another. His dick responding to the circumstance and smell, getting uncomfortable in its confinement, and happily taking his mind away from his knees.

Ren's feet heard, as the door opened.

"Right. Time for your conditioning phase. Rise and follow."

A large windowless room. Bare apart from an old-fashioned vitreous china toilet against the far wall, liberally draped with oiled buckled leather straps.

Some markings on the wall and floor, disconnected pipes and ancient plumbing, indicating the former site of a large bath. Some strange-looking, unidentifiable and plainly recent additions made from plastic.

"This is my first and second playroom. Or Number One and Number Two, if you will."

A small smirk played across Ren's lips, appreciating her own small pun, which the sub behind her appeared not to register.

Deftly organising him with positional instruction, Ren blindfolded and secured him to the toilet, head first and inside the depths of the spacious bowl, almost to the limit of his shoulders. Arms secured behind his back to his ankles, waist girdled by a broad belt, she secured him around the toilet, tipping his balance forward.

He could hear Ren's voice echoing gently inside the chamber of the bowl. His nose now assailed by the sulphurous stench of shit.

"What you are smelling is the combined products of my waste from the last 36 hours. Some of it is no more than a matter of inches from your nose and mouth. This is your 'acclimatisation'. I suggest you get very comfortable and intimate with the smell and try to extend your tongue to sample and adjust to the taste. I'll be back in an hour or two." Receding steps and the door closed behind him

Fact - sometimes, poop (that's not your poop), doesn't smell too good...

... and under his face wasn't the rich, earthy solid sort of crap. No, rather the bad diet takeaway, night on the town doing shots and beers, semi-liquid sort.

After about 15 minutes, his nose started to adjust. The sulphorous rankness faded, not altogether, just enough. But not enough. Not nearly enough. He couldn't bring himself to take the next step willingly. It was too awful.

Time passed. Slowly. He started wriggling in discomfort. His head moved deeper in, as a result, and his chin came into contact with cold, damp faeces. The smell rapidly doubled in intensity, reawakening his nose, tasting it in the back of his throat as he inhaled through his mouth, his heartbeat getting louder in his ears as his lungs tightened against this new assault to his senses.

It seemed as though he had spent an eternity when he heard Ren returning. He felt her hands on the belt undoing the buckle, and her firm grasp on his shoulders, pulling him back and out of his porcelain hell.

"Not good enough."

Judgement passed, she removed his blindfold.

"Now, rock forward and start again. This time you don't get out until you take a big old slurp of my shit!"

He re-entered, seeing the dark brown coated surfaces beneath his face for the first time.

A rustling as Ren adjusted her clothing. Her foot and weight fully on the back of his head, pushing him down. A loud buzzing filled the silence.

"Now start licking so I can hear you mean it, while I get myself off... bitch!"

Small adjustments of her foot on the back of his neck, the buzzing becoming muffled and then bright as Ren worked her vibe in and out.

She moaned and pressed her foot more firmly on his neck. He felt his neck and back getting wet from her juices, as she reached her peak.

"Oh fuck yes!" Ren digging her heel into his neck as she puts her full weight down, pushing his mouth and nose into her crap as she came. "More licking, bitch!"

A sound somewhere between a dog drinking and bring sick reached her ears as he complied unwillingly, as he realised Ren needed to fully hear his submission to get herself off.

"Aahh, aahh... Aaaooh... YES!!"

Her breathing gradually returned to normal, as she ground her foot from side to side, listening in post-orgasmic euphoria to his coughing and retching, finally removing her foot.

"Funny thing is, I always need a pee after coming, and you need a clean-up. Lift your head out and turn around."

She regarded his filth-encrusted face, whichtold the full story of the torture he'd just endured. Red bloodshot eyes, lips dlighly peeled away from brown teeth.

"Head back in the bowl as far as you can but face up this time Drink it up and try not to miss any, bitch."

Ren straddled his neck, her gleaming pussy in line with his face, still dripping come from her recent climax. Without further ado, a stinging jet of piss, lanced down and went straight into his nose, eyes, and mouth making him cough as he tried to drink, blink, and inhale all at once.

Brain whirling between sub space and shock as he processed the extent of degradation he'd already suffered under the supervision of this strange perverted woman. Fierce unsatiated sexual desire warring with self-preservation and concern for his health.

"Well just look at you - what a state! Lets get you cleaned up... and ready to go again." Ren sounded almost like she cared, even slightly warm. Then ruined the illusion with her follow-on "I'm not finished with you by a long chalk!"