After I wrote my previous story I contacted my domme for the first time since the pandemic started, almost a year ago.
She was excited to hear from me and asked for us to have a phone call. Turns out we’ve taken similar approaches to staying safe. Both of us have committed to only being around a small pod of people in the past year. We agreed that we want to get together, and that it should be safe given how careful we’ve been (she later let me know that early on she’d tested positive for antibodies). But she was about to go on a week long vacation with another slave, so we’d have to wait. She did say, “When we get together, toilet service will be required.”
Which, of course, is the only way I’d want it.
During her vacation she sent me a provocative video of her naked legs while she was taking a bath, and we traded messages about how she was teasing me.
When she got back from her vacation, I texted her about when we could get together next week.
She replied, “Since we are on Signal, very private, I want to know if you are available for a full toilet service.”
“I am,” I replied. “Very much so! It’s something I think about a lot these days, having missed it for the past year.”
“Very good,” she said. “I would like early afternoon. That should be a good for toilet service. Early morning is very pressing. Giant.”
Wow. Up to now we’ve only met in the afternoon.
She continued, “If you want to really challenge yourself in my service, I recommend early morning, 7 or 8am. Afternoon should make some of it happen also.”
Okay here’s the deal: I’m pretty bad at understanding signals and nuance in human interactions. This has caused me a lot of problems in my career. I take things very literally, so when she says she’d like early afternoon I take that as a command. But then when she implies that she prefers the morning, I’m confused. Reading it over several times, I felt that she preferred the morning and the “giant” challenge of that but that she wanted to give me an out.
I’m also excited by the challenge, so I replied, “I am up for a challenge. Do you want to try 8am?”
“YES!’, she replied, so it seems I interpreted her correctly.
“I look forward to servicing you, and to challenging myself. If you want you can always feel free to ask for things or give me instructions in the meantime!”
She immediately complied. “I want you to visualize at least once a day for 10 minutes, laying on your back, my ass right in your face.” (Easy, as I already do that...)
She continued, “Take a carrot or other safe soft object and press it a little bit inside your mouth against the gag reflex. Enjoy the pleasure in my place, I can’t even have an orgasm that way! It will be difficult, there will be gagging, but you will practice. And then, from Monday on, you will not have an orgasm until I see you. Every other day I want a brief report on your practice. And then, on Tuesday I will have additional instructions. Ask me about that!”
“Okay!”
“And know that this is the most intense way of showing your submission to me. I am so superior, you worship the shit I put in your mouth!”
I replied, “Having my tongue in your asshole and your shit in my mouth are some of my most intense sexual memories.”
“It is the highest experience for me also. Most people don’t understand that. They are not on my level.” She continued, “You may masturbate now, today, Check in with me again in two days to report about your gag reflex experience.”
I did do some of the gag reflex training, though admittedly not as much as I should have. On the day in question, I got up early and drove the hour to her area. I parked and texted her, and waited. Eventually she replied and told me to wait for 20 minutes, and that she enjoyed the idea that her toilet was waiting for her nearby. While waiting I worried about the gag reflex thing, and realized that if anything got into my throat it would probably go badly. So I experimented with how I could place my tongue to keep that from happening. When she texted me that she was ready, I made my way to her door.
As always she started by having me get on the floor and kiss her shoes, then get undressed and go into the room she reserves for these things. Usually there are a variety of activities involved, but when she came in she said we’d only be focusing on the toilet service this morning, which was fine with me, as that’s what I’m really there for. She put the condom on me, then had me kneel and begin servicing her pussy. She had made sure to drink water immediately on getting up, and before long she was ready to piss in my mouth, so I covered her entire pussy with my mouth to make sure I got it all. She gave me a reasonably small spurt, and to my surprise I had a bit of a gag reaction. This doesn’t usually happen with piss, and I was immediately concerned about how I’d react to what was to come. In any case, I swallowed, and she gave me two more spurts, waiting for me to swallow each time. Again I experienced the unusual gag reflexes. She had more to give but was worried that more might interfere with what would come next so she finished by pissing the rest into a mug.
She had me lie down and scoot my head under her portable toilet seat. She sat down, pussy facing me, and as I began servicing her asshole and pussy with my tongue, she described her desired outcome. “My need right now is so great. I have so much for you. I want my shit to go deep into your mouth onto your tongue and I want to see it sticking high out of your mouth. That’s the image in my mind.”
As she got excited she began rubbing her partially open asshole across my face. It was clearly ready to go. This was somewhat disappointing to me, as my favorite thing is spending some quality time with my tongue deep in her asshole and that clearly wasn’t going to be possible this time. She stopped moving and said, “Okay, here it comes.”
In no time my mouth was filling with shit. Unlike in the past where it was a small amount easily handled, this was much more, and was quickly going to fill my mouth and then move into my throat, and I knew I was in danger of puking. I remembered my tongue practice earlier and moved the base of my tongue to close off my throat. This worked surprisingly well. I didn’t gag, and the last of her shit stuck out of my mouth, just as she’d wanted.
As I masturbated with my mouth full of her shit, she looked down at it sticking out and marveled. “That’s so much more than I expected! And it went so deep in your mouth!” She was clearly delighted.
When I had cum she used toilet paper to remove the bulk of the shit while talking. “That was so amazing. How did you manage it?” Then showing the empathic trait I’ve noticed in dommes, she said, “You must have imagined it ahead of time, and visualized how you’d respond.”
After I’d cleaned up in her bathroom, during our traditional after-session talk and petting on her couch, she shuddered in pleasure at the memory and repeatedly said how pleased she was with my performance. I got the impression that she’d never done the morning “big need” thing with anyone else, and that my ability to handle it was unusual and surprised her.
To be honest I didn’t fully enjoy it, as it had been a lot to handle and I hadn’t gotten to spend time with my tongue in her asshole the way I enjoy. I needed time to process the whole thing and even figure out if I wanted to do this anymore.
It’s been a few months now, I’ve processed it (which is why I can now write about it), and after posting this I’m going to contact her about our next full service session...