Sister’s Toilet Slave Femdom Story

He was tormented by the memories of the night at that club again, the abuse he was getting by the girls and the dire situation he was in, as a whole. He was supposed to take his exams in a couple of weeks and get on with his future plans. Instead, he was strapped tightly under a toilet and forced to consume the bodily waste of Lisa and her twisted relatives, and god knows who else, for the next three years. Three whole years…!

The bathroom door opened and the lights were switched on, leaving him temporary blinded by the sharp transition from complete darkness.

“Ok. Put your mask on before I open the toilet lid”. -“Alright, I am ready, Liz”.

Daniel was listening intently. This time he could hear two voices in the bathroom. One was clearly of Lisa, but the other one sounded so familiar, yet it was neither Amy’s nor Jennifer’s.

His vision started to adjust to the light, and he saw two pairs of legs step on the platform in front of him, one wearing yellow flip-flops, showing nicely painted toes in light pink, and the other wearing black flats.

“Hold my hand. I’ll guide you”, he heard Lisa’s voice again.

Moment later the cover above him was lifted and more light entered into the toilet bowl. Towering above him, he saw Lisa and another white girl with shoulder length, straight black hair who was wearing a sleeping mask. She was visibly shorter than Lisa, despite the odd angle from which he was looking at them.

“Am I facing him, Liz?”, Betty asked. -“Yes” She leaned a bit forward, towards Daniel and spoke. “I have something for you, you filthy son of a bitch”. Her hair fell freely over her shoulders.

“Oh my god! This is Betty” Daniel was completely shocked. Was his mind playing him tricks or was that another torture by Lisa and her sister? What was she doing here? The last time he heard from her, she was at the hospital, recovering from a car accident.

He started squirming and trying to attract her attention. “Mmmmm, mmmmm….” “Betty, Look down here. Remove the mask and look down here. It’s me, Daniel!” He screamed in his mind.

“Aww, he seems excited to see someone new” Lisa commented. “Betty, Nooooo… Look at me! That bitch lied to me. I am innocent. Help me!” “Mmmmmm”.

“Let’s not keep him waiting. Turn around and remove your jeans and underwear”. Lisa told Betty. Daniel looked at his friend turning her back on him to unbutton her jeans, revealing her smooth bare bottom.

“Now slowly lower yourself to the toilet seat. His mouth will open automatically when you apply weight to the seat”.

He watched nervously as Betty started to lower her butt towards his face. Betty, his closest friend in school was completely unaware that he was tied up helplessly, mere centimeters below her. Even worse, she was about to use him as a toilet, thinking that she was punishing some deserving rapist. And Lisa… That twisted bitch, was not only aware of this, she seemed to enjoy torturing him. After all he had done for her, this is how she repays him?!

As the girl sat down she heard a muffled squeal coming from below, no doubt from the pain caused by the braces stretching his mouth.

“Could you open your legs a bit so I can tell you how to position yourself?” -“Sure”. -“This is so exciting!”, Betty grinned. “Ok, move slightly backwards and you’re good to go”.

Daniel closed his eyes. He didn’t want to watch how his friend was about to empty her bladder and bowels in his mouth. The very thought made him quiver.

While firmly holding his eyes shut, he felt the first trickle of urine splash on his lower lip and then flow in his mouth. The stream picked up speed and moved slightly left and right for a brief moment as Betty wiggled herself to get comfortable on the seat above.

The rate at which she was peeing was so high that his mouth quickly overflowed, causing trickles of urine to flow from the sides of his mouth over his cheeks. When she finished she sighed with relieve.

“That felt good” he heard Betty speak with excitement in her voice.

Next, she took deep breath and started to push her poo out of her colon, flexing her abdominal muscles.

Light-brown creamy poo was quickly squeezed out of her anus, and on contact with his nose collapsed over its weight, and started to spread all over it, like in those machines, squeezing out the ice cream in a waffle cone, sealing his nostrils.

“Betty, stop! You’re not aiming in his mouth.” Lisa warned her. She stopped flexing her muscles and clenched her anus instantly, leaving the remaining shit stuck on his face.

Daniel felt the warm and smelly mass, cover his nose and enter into his nostrils. He opened his eyes in panic. The smell was terrible, but that wasn’t what had him worried. Suddenly he couldn’t breathe through his nose. He tried to exhale swiftly in an attempt to clear his blocked nostrils, but the thick paste was too heavy to remove.

“I am sorry”, Betty apologised. “I thought it was going to slide directly in his mouth”. -“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. You couldn’t see where it was going with the sleeping mask on. Just shift your butt a bit forward”.

“I think a piece of my poo broke off already”. -“Oh, it’s ok. It got stuck to his nose. We’ll leave it there until you are done pooping”.

He watched in horror, as the young, eighteen years old girl, proceeded to adjust her butt hole over his open mouth.

When she was to start pooping in his mouth, he wouldn’t be able to breathe completely.

Frantically, he started to inhale air through his throat, to fill his lungs, before his last source of oxygen was cut off.

“Stop right there. That’s fine” he heard Lisa say.

A second later, Daniel heard the wet sound of her poo grinding against the inner walls of her colon, before exiting through her anus and filling his mouth.

The warm and bitter paste filled the entire room in his mouth and started to slowly move deep towards his throat.

Above, Betty was enjoying the pleasant feeling that was coming from vacating the contents of her bowels. She felt slightly aroused by the thought of what she was doing. It was so naughty, yet it felt so good. She was actually shitting in the mouth of a helpless person below her. This thought made her blush. She felt so empowered.

She kept pushing rhythmically the contents out of her colon, deeper and deeper in the toilet’s throat.

For a brief moment she felt bad about what she was doing, but then she remembered what this person had done to Lisa’s sister. She must have felt so helpless, screaming and unable to stop him, while he was tearing her clothes off and forcing himself on her.

“Yes, he deserved to feel the same way. He deserved to suffer” she thought.

Daniel squirmed desperately in his straps. Only if Betty would remove her mask and look at him for a moment. No doubt, she would like to hear his side of the story, despite what lies Lisa will tell her. But what could he do?

He felt the weight of Betty’s poo, pressing painfully on the walls of his esophagus before entering his belly.

When she was done, Lisa handed her a roll of toilet paper to wipe herself. She pulled her jeans back up and stepped down from the toilet platform.

“Oh my god! This was so exciting!” Her face gleamed. She felt a pleasant, tingling sensation in her tummy.

“You really seem to enjoy it, Betty!” Lisa giggled. “Be careful, it is addictive. You might want to come to use him over and over again. Not that I mind. You are welcome to come whenever you like”.

His nose and mouth was now completely blocked, leaving Daniel to rely on the limited amount of air which was passing through the small safety tube attached to the plastic tube inside of his mouth. Time passed so slowly, and the limited supply of air didn’t seem to be enough to meet his needs, but only to prolong the inevitable. His lungs started to gradually burn.

“Come on, please! Unblock my nose. I can’t breathe” He implored the girls. The thick and sticky pile of shit in his mouth was slowly sliding in his throat, but it was still preventing him from breathing through his mouth.

He looked at the girls above. They were giggling and chatting, completely oblivious to his critical condition. And why wouldn’t they be. He was just a toilet after all.