The toilet, from her perspective

Actually, it was rather late in the morning...

Julia woke up slowly with a slight headache. She opened her eyes and blinked. Melanie was lying next to her, still fast asleep. A glance at the clock through her dreamy, make-up-streaked eyes told her it was time to get up. Now she was awake for once and slowly pushed herself up. She was only wearing her hot pants and a loose T-shirt.

She quickly found her scattered clothes from last night on the floor as well as her slippers. She slipped them on barefoot and ran down the hall to the bathroom. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and quickly fixed her hair. It wouldn't work without a shower anyway, but she didn't feel like it. Last night they had been out partying with the girls and had had a lot to drink.

Julia looked at her somewhat runny make-up in the games but then went to the toilet. Without further ado, she pulled down her panties, sat down and peed. Then she went to the mirror and took some make-up remover pads from the cupboard and fixed her face. But even under the make-up she was a real beauty. The pads were supposed to go in the small garbage can in the bathroom but there was no bag and she didn't feel like getting one right now with the cat. So she threw the pads down the toilet. It was a new design that didn't need flushing and rarely needed cleaning.

Then she brushed her teeth, blew her nose briefly with toilet paper and combed her hair. Then she left the bathroom, switched off the light and closed the door. The morning took its course. Julia slowly made breakfast and got dressed, smoked a cigarette or two and woke Melanie up.

When Melanie woke up, she also got up, took the burning cigarette from Julia and went to the toilet. She was even worse dressed up than Julia and also used a few make-up remover pads. The fag was also thrown into the toilet, then she went for a pee and joined Julia and they had breakfast. After breakfast, they both did their morning shit, Julia showered and combed her hair. They both left the bathroom with a ball of hair in the toilet and headed off to meet up with others as they still had plans.

A few hours later, Julia came back with Melanie, they both went to the loo, chilled and smoked together in the living room until Melanie packed her things and drove home. They had had a great Saturday evening together and were looking forward to seeing each other again. She, on the other hand, stayed at home alone and tidied up a bit. Her vacuum cleaner was broken, so she swept the hallway once and when she got to the bathroom, she did the same there. The dustpan was emptied in the toilet and then she didn't feel like cleaning up anymore. Without further ado, it became an afternoon on the couch, interrupted only when she had to go to the loo or get something from the kitchen.

At around 8 p.m., she had a ready meal from the microwave. While she was taking the food out of the microwave, a cell phone alarm rang. She reached for it and looked at it: "unlock". She couldn't help but smile and grin. Then she switched it off and went to the couch with her food. She ate there and then went to empty her bladder again before putting on her shoes and leaving the apartment.

Julia's path led into the stairwell and down into the basement. As it had always been designed as an apartment building, she went into a locked area to which only she had the key. In her basement area, she unlocked a second cellar, more like a shed. There she switched on the small light bulb and looked around with a smile. In this room there was only a large cupboard on the wall, a few boxes and that was it. Just a useless room in the middle of the apartment. But that wasn't the case.

She flipped a lever under a cupboard support and the cupboard was easily rolled aside. Behind it was a steel hatch that led to a hidden room. If you didn't know the floor plan, which only Julia knew, no one would ever notice this room.

She opened the door with a key on her bracelet and a foul smell met her. The light in this very small room also came on.

The room measured 2 meters wide and just one meter long. Inside was a raised couch that just came down hydraulically to normal table level at the push of a button. Julia watched the construction without any emotion.

In short. A person was strapped to this couch. An elderly man with a bloated stomach, completely motionless, tied to the ergonomic couch, a massive metal construction around his head which, if you looked at it, fitted exactly into the frame under the ceiling.

His penis was in a tube that led into a flexible drain under the couch. His eyes were stuck in the construction and could only look upwards.

Without saying a word, she began to free the guy from the head device and just told him to be quiet as she continued to undo more and more. She removed a magnetic collar to paralyze his vocal cords, took off a mouthpiece that held his mouth wide open, and all the many restraints around his head. She silently undid the rest of the restraints and the totally ready guy slowly stood up.

She opened a small box with his belongings in the corner and left the small room and the guy. She left everything open.

While she spent the next half hour watching TV in her apartment, her "victim" struggled out of the cellar, got dressed beforehand and had to leave the house full of human waste. Saturday night and Sunday had cost him a lot of money and he just wanted to get out and away.

After Julia heard the front door, she went into the basement and locked everything up again, set up the camouflage and then surfed the internet. She went through the various femdom exchanges, checked her emails and was downright bored.

She had always had such guests in the last few years and demanded a lot of money for them. Her "victims" were guys who liked to play the toilet and were strapped to the lounger depending on the agreement and purse and she had absolutely no problem connecting them to her toilet drain and letting them use it not only herself but also by others. She was always very ruthless about it. She once left a customer in it for a whole day, so that he was stuck for 4 days and she continued to use it like a normal toilet. Since then, she always set at least one alarm clock to unlock it, which she also liked to push away.

It was all built and constructed in such a way that the victims had no chance to move, to get away without their own help and definitely and irrevocably had to swallow everything that ended up in the toilet in their apartment.

So that this flush-less toilet didn't stand out, the tenant also had one upstairs, but the drain pipe from the upper apartment only led past the connections at the bottom, but could also be connected using a kind of T-piece. The guy who invested all the money back then (her ex) had planned for this.

Anyway, Julia sat at her laptop and was bored. The whole thing had long since lost its appeal and was just a great source of money for her, because the guys were prepared to pay huge sums for the experience. But if she used to be able to let her sadism out on it, now

that had now disappeared. She locked the guys in and gave little to no thought to the fact that there was someone down there who had to eat everything. It had lost its magic.

It was precisely with this in mind that Julia found a contact call in a forum that sparked her interest. It was a young student who even lived in the same city and had no money to spend on an expensive experience. He wanted to serve a woman as a toilet, but had absolutely no experience with it, but would be willing to give himself up. For whatever reason, she responded to this entry and wrote to the guy.

Over the next few days, a lively email exchange developed in which Julia was interested for some reason.

It seemed as if Tim had never swallowed a single drop of urine, let alone more. He was just convinced by this thought that he would like to do it. He was just 18 years old and according to the pictures he looked quite good, but that didn't matter to her.

During the conversation, she also found out that he had been training for a while to eat a lot, so he could also eat a lot. He was totally obsessed with the fantasy of playing the toilet for a woman, but he had never experienced how disgusting it was in real life. That was exactly the point that really turned Julia on.

He had no idea what he was getting himself into and, unlike her customers, it would be a real compulsion here.

She started to exaggerate in her conversations with him and tested the limits. He was currently on semester break and nobody would notice if he wasn't there for a few days.

The picture became clearer and clearer and Julia made her plan.

She made him an offer that she would build him into her construction for free, made it palatable to him and of course he took the bait. He literally begged her and so she enjoyed giving him a serious warning and imagined him jerking off. Julia warned him that she would have no regard for him and that it would be like jumping in at the deep end. Once hooked up, it wouldn't be over until she said so. She also agreed with him that she could tell him when she wanted to open up and that she didn't want to tell him. He said confidently that he could take in large quantities and that she could take her time with the digestion.

He would still see, she thought to herself with a grin, and they agreed on a timely appointment where she would install him directly. And so everything took its course....

...In the following, everything from Julia's perspective:

It was Thursday around 3pm. I was still sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette, watching the usual TV program, waiting for Tim to finally get here. As soon as I looked at my cell phone, the doorbell rang. I guess he really was there.

That's how it was. I let him in and he was totally nervous. He was young and looked really cute, but that wasn't my point. He was stuttering and shaking and totally out of it. He also hardly said anything. Well, I probably intimidated him a lot with my outfit, because I had put on a really cool pair of jeans and stood in front of him in high heels, which is why I was even taller than him.

Before we lost too much time and the tenant would come home upstairs.

"Shall we go straight down then?" I asked him directly. He just nodded shyly and I led the way. We went down to my basement area and he was visibly thrilled that he would be trapped behind multiple doors and even the secret compartment in the wall. He also loved the fact that the key to the toilet room jingled on my bracelet.

Once inside, I made him undress, which he did. He was all sweaty in the

I had to grin when I saw his body trembling with excitement. Tim stared up at the ceiling to avoid meeting my gaze. I found it totally amusing and imagined how excited he was. He would soon experience what torture it would be and then there would be no turning back.

Legs, arms, pelvis, chest - everything was tied up quickly and with secure grips. The flexible drain for his big business was also quickly attached.

"Okay, fine, I'll secure your head now and you'll be completely defenceless, all right?" He just nodded after taking a deep breath. I had to stifle my laughter because I knew what I had eaten yesterday and it would have to come out soon. I hadn't gone out that day because I wanted to ruin it for him with his request.

Then he had the thing on his head. His mouth was wide open and could not be closed. He could still move his jaw so that he could chew everything. So everything was almost finished. He had no chance of escaping, except that his voice was not yet quiet and his penis was not yet in the tube.

I started immediately afterwards. As soon as I touched it, it got hard, but with the tube I put over it, that was soon over, because it couldn't get hard anymore.

Then I put on the magnetic collar and fastened it. He was now completely trapped. With my hand on his hose, I asked one last time:

"Do you still want to be my toilet drain? Even if I leave you in it for a very long time and have no regard for you?"

There was only a muffled yes through the construction, while he probably tried to hump my hand, but of course failed.

Then I switched on the collar and his voice was instantly extinguished. He would no longer be able to make a sound or make a noise.

Without saying another word, I switched off the light. He was in the dark anyway, because the toilet seat in the bathroom was down and the door was closed, which meant that there was absolute darkness in the windowless room.

Of course I always had the opportunity to see how he was doing via webcam, but first I carefully locked everything up and went back up to my apartment.

Grinning, I closed the front door and walked past the bathroom. I was sure he would hear my footsteps and go half mad. Once I arrived in the living room on the couch, I put my feet up and had another smoke. It was now a quarter to four, which meant it had taken us quite a while to install it, but I was sure it was worth it. My tummy was hurting anyway and I wouldn't be waiting much longer.

After another fag, I reopened our conversation because I had saved the entire history. I read through it again.

Tim had never eaten any garbage, never tasted urine or anything else. He hadn't even had any experience with spit. I found it a totally sublime feeling that I was about to give it to him really bad. I opened the recording function of the webcam on my laptop when I had finished the process. I saw him lying down there and it was being recorded.

With that, I put the laptop to one side and walked leisurely into the hallway and to the bathroom. My heels sounded through the quiet apartment and I was sure his heart was beating fast. I turned on the light in the bathroom and opened the door. He must have registered it, because there must have been a glimmer of light coming through the slit between the lid and the bowl above him.

Then I returned to my neutral expression and went to the toilet bowl. I opened the lid and discovered a piece of lint on my top. When the bowl was open and he had to see me far above him, I casually grabbed the lint with my hands.

long painted nails and let it fall down into the toilet. Then I undid my belt and pants, slowly pulled them down and sat on the toilet seat.

I closed my legs together and let it run instantly. My bladder was well filled and I could already smell the pungent odor that was still rising. With what I'm drinking and eating at the moment, it always smells very strong anyway. He was probably experiencing hell down there and the most disgusting taste in his life, but that's exactly what delighted me. A completely virgin cloma mouth that probably no longer wanted what he had imagined to be so horny. It must have been terrible for him how his dream, his wanking fantasy had just burst and he was lying in a pool of my stinking, pungent urine and had to swallow it all. His mouth was connected directly to the drain in the toilet and nothing could get out.

It was good to empty my bladder, but I stopped about halfway through and stopped. It wasn't pleasant but my own head cinema was just getting going. He probably thought it was all just now and was struggling with what he had in his mouth so far.

I picked up my cell phone but just held on to it. This situation was just awesome. After a few more minutes of just sitting there, I let the rest run again and squeezed the piss out of me. It went on and on and was more like I thought at the beginning. I was all the more pleased because I really pissed myself and my totally full bladder was relieved. Without hearing anything, I got up afterwards, took a little too much toilet paper and wiped myself dry. I crumpled it up, threw it down the toilet and went to wash my hands without even looking into the toilet. He should lose hope right now that I was thinking about him. Of course, I thought about it all the time and, to be honest, I got really horny about it.

I then went out of the bathroom again but left the light on. He didn't see me when I was walking around the bathroom anyway, only when I was right next to the toilet.

Back in the living room, I didn't want to see how he was doing yet, but wanted to go one better before I went even worse. I took my ashtray, in which I had already put out about 10 cigarettes today, walked back into the bathroom on my high heels, hurried to the toilet and quickly emptied it. Then I turned around and left the bathroom. This time I switched off the light and closed the door.

Full of joy at how he must be feeling now, I went to my laptop and watched the recording.

Laughing out loud, I watched as he tugged wildly at his restraints from the moment I started to pee and shook himself. He continued to choke and shake. Again and again he reared up desperately but I could see that he was swallowing it after all. I got really wet at the thought that this beginner was completely overwhelmed and would continue to be overwhelmed.

Then I looked at his reaction to the contents of the ashtray and was as happy as a little child. Now was the right time, I thought to myself. His mouth must have been totally dried out from the filters and ash. I had seen about 10 minutes of the recording and he must still have a lot in his mouth. He was probably still chewing on the toilet paper.

No sooner had I thought than I was back in the bathroom in front of the toilet bowl. This time, with a slight smile on my lips, I slowly undid my belt on my tight jeans with relish. I stood far above him and knew what was coming. I was sure he would try to scream, whimper and beg for me to let him out but he could forget that. I was going to pound him mercilessly hard without stopping and take every chance I could to fill him up with something in there. Still facing him, I opened the buttons and turned around. By now it was really pressing hard and not only the satisfaction but also the relief should come now.

As soon as I sat down, I started to squeeze and realized how a huge, firm, long sausage came out of me. It felt so incredibly good and I squeezed more and more out of me. I just shat a huge sausage into his dried out mouth and he would have to fight like hell. It was so hot. It was still dripping out of my pussy while I was squeezing. I was totally horny.

Then it broke off and I kept pushing. More and more smaller hard sausages fell out of me and I immediately felt much lighter. Since I didn't notice anything from here, I wiped my butt with lots of toilet paper, got dressed, closed the lid and hurried into the living room. I could hardly stand it any longer, but took off my pants and while the broadcast of his torture was running I rubbed myself to a gigantic orgasm. Even when I finished and came back to reality properly, he continued to struggle and round two began for me.

The next few hours passed without interruption and I drove myself through lust.

It easily took 2 ½ hours until he was probably through with my shitting and I just couldn't take any more.

Just as he was probably really finished and stopped chewing and swallowing, I got a message on my cell phone. It was my tenant. Nina had probably just finished work:

"Hey neighbor ;-)"

I wanted to get some Thai food now. Shall I bring you something and we can eat together?"

I was hungry anyway, so there was no reason not to, so I invited her to eat at my place.

"Hmm. I'll just bring the food in, then I have to do something upstairs, yeah?" I got curious and asked.

"Well, I've been on the road all day, but I didn't want to go anywhere. I don't think it's okay for me to go straight to your place!"

I was getting horny again. There was no such thing. What a mega coincidence. I answered immediately:

"Oh well. Don't quasel you go here and that's that."

All she said back was "ok" and I cheered inwardly.

Nina knew nothing and was about to bring terrible suffering on little Tim. Less than 20 minutes later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and Nina came rushing in. She was wearing her jeans, which showed off her slightly bigger bottom, and came into the living room. I had turned the laptop so that she couldn't see how I had already switched on the webcam in the basement.

"I'll put everything here. Go ahead and start, I'll be right there and it's really okay for you?"

"Yes, don't worry about it. And now go," I laughed. If only she knew, I smiled.

She ran off and I quickly heard the bathroom door close and her turn the key. I just missed a transmission from the bathroom itself but that would have to do. As I popped a bite into my mouth, I saw my victim Tim fidgeting. I was sure she was undressing now and he was trying to shout and scream for help but he couldn't. Haha.

He calmed down again and suddenly he started to shake, tense up and wriggle wildly. Just now Nina must have started to pee or even more, I didn't know but he was experiencing terrible suffering and a big pile. It lasted for minutes during which he visibly struggled and panicked and I became horny again despite the numerous orgasms. I even forgot to eat.

Then I heard Nina open the bathroom door and come back. Horny as I was, I simply switched off and away from his suffering.

"Oh man, sorry but I feel a kilo lighter now. Thank you"

I laughed and wished her a good appetite and imagined how he was suffering down there during the whole meal, whereas I was sitting comfortably on the couch and could eat something I liked and in the quantity I liked.

Nina apologized again briefly after the meal and told me not to go into the bathroom for the time being, as there was no window for ventilation.

"No problem, everything will be fine!" I replied. My thoughts kept going back to him and it turned me on that this beginner was hanging down there.

We were already walking to the front door and she kept chatting.

"Yes, but I know what it's like when my sister is with me from time to time. She's coming back tomorrow. Instead of going to her place, she always comes and stinks up the bathroom. And our mutual friend is another one of those candidates. Very bad." She had to laugh herself and I became curious.

"Are you off tomorrow or what?"

"Yes, tomorrow morning I'll have breakfast with the two of them and we'll have a little beauty day."

"Well then, have fun, and thanks again for the food!"

She was then gone and I went into the living room to tidy up. Nina had left a handkerchief and of course the garbage from dinner. I put everything in the bin but then got annoyed about it. But time would tell.

I enjoyed the rest of the evening without getting any more excited about the new drain. I went to the loo again at around 10 pm and only when I was cleaning myself off again did I think about my victim again and enjoyed the whole thing.

Of course, I didn't let on and then got ready for bed. In the end, I snuggled into my bed and fell asleep until half past six the next morning.

Somehow yesterday's food was weighing me down and I also had to pee.

So I got up, calmly sat down on the toilet and shat myself, followed by the pungent smell of morning urine.

When I had finished and cleaned myself off, I lowered the lid and went to a hidden crevice behind the toilet. There was a valve here that I could turn. From the outside, however, you couldn't see what was hidden here.

So I opened the tile and switched the valve. I had to laugh briefly as I lay back down in bed, because now the waste from the toilet drain in the apartment above me would also run into his mouth.

Grinning, I fell asleep and only woke up to the sound of rumbling in the stairwell. So there was Nina's visit and Tim was about to have a lot of work to do. I laughed but was still far too tired. So I literally slept through everything.

I didn't wake up again until around 11, got up, went to the toilet and enjoyed my freedom. It was an extremely good feeling to know he was down there and I was sure he was completely overwhelmed.

As a friend of mine wanted to rebuild my laptop today, I took the precaution of deleting my program for the webcam in the basement as well as all access data. I also deleted Tim's messages and all communication.

Just as I was about to leave, a good friend of mine rang the doorbell and was in tears. I invited her in and she told me in great detail that she had broken up with her boyfriend and now didn't know where to go. It was clear to me that she could stay with me for the time being. I threw her soaked handkerchiefs from crying into the toilet.

After I had given her enough comfort, I gave her a key to the front door and she

was able to get her things. I then made my way late to my friend's house and we went to the laptop. It's hard to believe, but I completely forgot about little Tim the whole time. Nina, her guests and my friend probably used the loo several times that day and he had everything to eat.

A few hours later, I said goodbye to my friend and wanted to go home. A quick glance at my laptop, which was now completely new again, and I thought about how I wanted to look at the webcam when I got home.

Then I crossed the road without looking because I had almost dropped my laptop. I caught it, but looked up and all I could see was a bright headlight....

...I woke up again from a deep blackness. I was...where was I?

It took me a while and then I realized the beeping. The sounds. I heard voices that must have been happy. The surroundings got closer and sharper. I saw my sister's face, she looked happy. And a good friend was there too. Even Nina.

I slowly came to and to make a long story short: I was hit by a car as I was trying to get to my car, which resulted in serious injuries to my head and I was put into an induced coma by the doctor treating me. However, the coma lasted much longer and I was out for about 7 months. Also, about a year of my past was missing from my memory, which is why I found it difficult to remember anything anyway.

In the meantime, my girlfriend, who to my surprise had broken up with her boyfriend and had come to stay with me on the day of the accident, had more or less moved in with me. My sister had given her permission and I had nothing against it. She should go ahead. As far as I was concerned, I was actually already completely healthy again, the wounds had healed and I didn't have any ugly scars or anything from the accident. So I was able to leave the hospital and go home just two days later. I was glad to be able to go home again after those two days. I didn't like going to the toilets on my own and stayed as long as I could. That's why I sat on my own loo for half an hour when I finally got home and emptied myself thoroughly.

In general, I was glad to be back home. I enjoyed getting fit again, as I had at least lost some of my strength.

As I sat there and looked down at how my feces sausages disappeared into the drain, my girlfriend called through the door.

"Oh yeah, the police were here a while ago. They wanted to know something about a Tim you were talking to, or rather they wanted to know where he was."

I squeezed out another sausage and looked further down into the bowl.

"Tim? Doesn't mean anything to me. Never heard of him!" I said and was soon finished. Both the toilet lid and the toilet door were closed at the end.

In general, I slowly got back into everyday life, got back to work and lived happily for the next few years. I had a lot of reserves.

A few years later, I swapped cellars with Nina and we discovered a kind of old bunker door behind a cupboard, but somehow we couldn't get it open.

As we didn't feel like breaking it open, the cellar wall was simply plastered over completely and she set up her cellar there...