I was on my knees in front of the German domme, Goddess, in her small townhouse living room, which had elegant curtains serving in the place of doors between rooms. While it’s hard for me to be honest about these things, I knew this was the chance I’d long been waiting for.
“I enjoyed being your toilet,” I said, and she immediately understood, including the part I wasn’t saying out loud.
We had met a couple of months before, when the first domme I’d ever frequented, a transgender woman who’d taken a liking to me, introduced me to her in the form of a session between the three of us. “She’s very strict,” I was warned, “I want you to represent me well.”
Early on in the session, Goddess asked if I had been trained as a toilet, “golden showers only, of course.” I said yes, as my domme had once pissed in my mouth a bit, not enough to make it a satisfying experience. I hadn’t revealed then that this, and more, was a huge unfulfilled fetish for me.
Goddess had me seal my mouth around her pussy and she squirted a small amount of piss into my mouth.
“Swallow,” she ordered, and I did so. She did it again. Then she said, “I have…three…more of those for you.” And she pissed in my mouth three more times, me swallowing after each, reveling in a fetish being realized.
“Very good,” she said. “Some people think they’re up for that but react badly to the reality. You’re a natural.”
For weeks after I revisited that moment while masturbating. One thing I really appreciated is that she wanted me to drink all of her piss, and directly from her. I don’t like porn where the piss just runs out of the person’s mouth, or the person pissing just soaks them in it, or they piss in a glass and have them drink it from there. All of it, from the source, is what I want.
In addition to the thrill, there was a bit of disappointment about the “golden showers only” comment. The rest of my fetish was to get to experience having my tongue fully embedded in a person’s asshole and for that person to shit in my mouth. I wasn’t interested in actually eating shit, just the taboo experience of feeling and tasting it in my mouth. But her comment seemed to rule out the possibility. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered. Not to be stereotypical, but she was German so perhaps she would be open to it but didn’t want to admit that too easily. Eventually I figured that this was possibly a unique opportunity, and I should just try for it and see what happened. So I scheduled a session with her alone, and a few weeks later I was kneeling in front of her.
“I enjoyed being your toilet,” I said, but I was too cowardly to make clear my full meaning, and I thought she might assume I just meant drinking her piss.
Instead, she instantly understood exactly what I meant. “I see. I’m not prepared to do that today as I wasn’t expecting it, and it’s also something you need to work up to. And, this is very important, this will be our secret. No one, including my friend who introduced us, knows I do this. Americans are very skittish about this sort of thing.”
And so we had an understanding. The session that day included more piss drinking and some ass licking, as well as licking her nipples. Each of her body parts was perfect. She had amazing breasts, a pussy I loved licking and drinking from, and a perfect puckered asshole that I couldn’t wait to get more intimate with. She started the session by putting a condom on me, and for toilet duties she had a special chair so her private parts were directly over my face. This time she again paused after each bit of piss and told me to swallow. Several sessions later she suddenly informed me that she’d no longer be holding back to let me swallow, that she was just going to let go and it was up to me to drink her piss as fast as it came. I was actually being trained. I absolutely love being given instructions like this, and enjoyed the challenge of swallowing as my mouth filled with the piss that just kept coming.
At the end she had me use a funky little vibrator to make myself cum while I lapped away at her asshole.
For the next session she told me to bring red licorice, without explanation. She inserted a string of the licorice up her ass and had me eat it out of her. After that she had me bring a chocolate bar and eat a square of it out of her asshole; this was a particularly good bit of training since it so closely approximated the real thing.
And finally it was time for the real thing.
She made it clear that I was not to ingest her shit, which was fine by me. She pissed in my mouth as usual, no stopping, and then had me focus on her asshole while she concentrated, fingers rubbing at her clit as she pushed. I licked at her asshole aggressively but couldn’t get my tongue inside, which was frustrating. After a couple of moments her asshole suddenly dilated open and I eagerly stuck my tongue in as far as I could, tasting micro bits of shit as I swirled my tongue around. At last this was really happening.
“It’s on the way,” she said, “you might be able to feel it now.”
And I could! When I extended my tongue there was a bit of resistance. As it got closer I could run my tongue along the bottom of the shit and feel the little nodules. A huge part of the experience is not knowing exactly what’s coming and having it reveal itself dramatically. The Goddess grunted and came as the log of shit slid out and dropped into my mouth, the end sticking out between my lips. I applied the vibrator to my dick and reveled in the sensation of actually having her shit in my mouth.
She asked if I wanted her to remove it and I shook my head. For the next couple of minutes I basked in the fulfillment of a fetish I’d never thought I’d get to experience, until I came.
This now became a standard part of our sessions, which we’d have every few months. One time she realized she couldn’t produce any shit that day, so she made up for it by telling me to take as much time as I wanted with my tongue in her ass while I used the vibrator. It was heavenly getting to luxuriate deep inside her asshole for so long.
The sessions ended with the pandemic. Now, as some kind of end appears in sight, I feel the longing return to once again be her toilet.