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My job at the Abbey was just what I needed. I spent most of my days serving guests at the Abbey, and there were plenty of new adventures.
I spent a lot of time in toilet boxes, but I also helped out in dominance classes and occasionally I would accompany women on picnics as their mobile toilet when they would venture out into the countryside. Most women can hold it for a few hours but some preferred to have me come along for the convenience. Of course I would do my business in the bushes, but ladies should have the comfort of sitting on a toilet.
I spent many nights in Mistress Angela’s ensuite. Those were some of my favorite nights. She has the nicest bathroom in the Abbey. Some nights when staying with her she keeps me chained to the toilet and lets me sleep on the floor. It’s nicer than it sounds. The chain is just for effect; where would I try to escape to? On other nights she installs me in stretcher within the wall when she doesn’t want to see me or chat to me. I get better sleep on these nights, but I’m just a toilet to Mistress Angela in those instances. It can get a bit boring.
I would occasionally spend a day in the fishbowl and some longer sessions in the communal toilets. And there was plenty of time to play with the other staff. I got a lot of practice with fisting and I can now insert a champagne bottle up my ass just like Fiona.
I did miss my family, my friends and just being a normal member of society. But what I missed most was Lina. As the days passed by I thought I would get over her and stop dreaming of the life we could have had together, but it wasn’t going to happen.
Everyone in the Abbey knew of my love for her. I think most of the staff felt sorry for me. I never let it affect my duties as a house toilet, but everyone could tell where my heart was.
Then one day when I was nearing şişli escort the tail end of a full day in the communal toilets I had a visitor. A lady walked into the stall, and I could tell it was Lina by the sound of her foot falls.
“Lina, I can’t believe you’re here! I have missed you SO much! And I want to say…”
Lina opened the stall, looked down and said “no John, I’ll do the talking.”
I was dead silent. Why is she here? What was there left to say?
“Mistress Angela has been in touch with me. She told me that you thought I had met someone that day when you were in here. I’m so sorry I didn’t visit you. I was preparing for a lecture I was going to give on Monday and I had to focus. And that man I was with was my writing partner. He’s gay by the way. I told him all about you and showed him pictures. He thinks you’re cute!” she said.
“I can’t believe…”
She cut me off again. “But then I came in here to visit you and I saw you fucking that bitch Anissa, and then getting rimmed by Rachel!”
“I can explain!” I said.
“I know why you did what you did. I put too much pressure on you, and I never got the chance to make love to you. Your balls must have been busting! And I also know that that bitch Daphne lied to you! She’s hated me ever since Angela told her that I would be next in line to run the Abbey when she retires, and not her. But frankly, I don’t even know if I want that.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said.
“And then I saw you and Rachel kissing and then you jumped into the fishbowl after Rachel. I couldn’t bare it any longer. I was convinced you didn’t love me and I ran away. I’m sorry John, truly I am. Can you ever forgive me?”
“I’m the one who’s sorry!” I was crying now. “I have missed you so much, and I love you! I have never loved anyone more than I love taksim escort you!” I pleaded.
“I love you too John, and I want to spend my life with you!” she said.
“Yes, me too! I would leave this place today if it meant we could be together.” I said.
“You would do that for me?” she asked. “But won’t you miss all the women’s asses, all the toilet sex and the public humiliation?”
“I would, of course. But you mean more to me than all of that.” I said.
She smiled. “Don’t worry. If you are serious about this, you could come live with me and continue helping me with my research. This would only work if you could commit yourself to being my personal toilet. What do you think?” she said with a big smile.
“Yes! I would love that.” I said.
“Yay! I’m so excited, John. But first, I’m busting for a shit. Open up!” she said.
She started to pee and it was hitting my eyes, and at the same time her shit was poking out. As soon as her shit entered my mouth I was breaking it up and swallowing it whole, along with any piss that was accumulating near my mouth. I’m now a very accomplished toilet and I can swallow whole chunks without chewing. She looked down at me and was very impressed.
“John, you’re amazing! I’d forgotten how good you are at this,” she said.
I had my mouth full so I couldn’t respond immediately. I quickly swallowed and said “thanks! It’s so nice to be eating your shit again Miss Lina!”
“It’s just ‘Lina’ now John.”
—
I moved in with Lina a few days later after I wrapped up my time at the Abbey. I said my goodbyes to all the amazing friends I had met and told them I would come visit as soon as I could.
Living with Lina was a dream come true. We went on dates, we went on holidays together, we hung out with her friends, and I reconnected with many fatih escort of mine.
And wherever we would go, no matter the company, the place or the occasion, if Lina needed to go, I was there to provide toilet service. I insisted on maintaining absolute secrecy about my role in the relationship, which she was fine with. But she also couldn’t always control when and where she was going to need to use the bathroom, so we had to get creative.
Often when we would go out for breakfast she would need to take shit after her morning coffee. I knew this so we normally went to a cafe that had a unisex bathroom. She would go first and I would follow her there about a minute later. So far we’ve never been caught.
We often like to go on hikes as well. That can get tricky, but it’s rare she needs to shit while on a hike, thankfully. We always bring with us a piss bottle which she’s very good at filling discreetly.
The most challenging times are when we’re out with friends. Some of her close friends know about our relationship because they’re also in the scene, but not so for my friends. We have to be very covert when my friends are around.
We still get up to the odd adventure, and Lina is fine with me servicing other women. She just draws a line at kissing and sex. Although she doesn’t seem to have a problem with other women fucking me in my ass. Seems like a double standard, but I don’t complain. The other weekend we went away with 2 of her friends to a beach house. Both friends she had met at the Abbey years ago. They decided that I would be the house toilet for the weekend; a position I was well accustomed to.
We also used the toilet box quite a lot. She still spends a lot of time grading papers and reading. She tells me she does her best thinking on the toilet, which is now my face.
I think back to what my life was like before meeting Lina and before I discovered my true purpose in life. I was bored, lonely and I had no direction. Now I’m incredibly happy and I know I’ve met the woman I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
I love you Lina.
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