Conditioning of a Scat Slave Pt. 10

Part 10 - A Toilet Slave is Born

Like deja-vu, Claudia retraced her steps down the arduous path that led back to Mistress Eva's farm. It was the very place where she reached a level of degradation many 'normal' people would never conceive. A degradation that had conversely given her infinitely more sexual satisfaction than all of her past boyfriends combined. Was she really about to spend a year as a toilet slave though?

Apart from suspicions from her sister, Claudia's family didn't question her story about a new accounting job up in Yorkshire; her hatred for her old job had been well publicized. With most of her belongings secretly placed in storage, Claudia packed a suitcase and a carry bag of what she thought she might need as a live-in toilet slave at Mistress Eva's.

The familiar walk up the long driveway felt just as nerve-racking as it did the first time. Claudia paced her way towards the door as she didn't want to upset the Mistress with tardiness. Mistress Eva had seen her walking up the driveway and had already opened the door to greet her.

"Happy returns, Shitlips," she smiled. Claudia followed her into the house without saying a word.

"I've drawn up a contract for you to sign," said Mistress Eva. "This level of servitude requires formal ink."

"Sure," replied Claudia imagining all the depraving details she'd find hidden between the lines.

To her surprise it was actually straightforward for the most part, stipulating things such as wearing a collar at all times, to serve as a functioning toilet; including consumption of waste, cleaning of Mistress/Master's orifices, and cleaning of any spillages. A disclaimer made clear the absence or usage of any toilet paper. The contract promised to reward good service with a regular meal per day, medication, cleaning facilities, and a bed to sleep in. Reasonable, she thought. Exceptional servitude promised to be rewarded with pleasuring. Thoughts cast back to her exploits from the night of the party, with Mistress Eva penetrating her shit-filled holes to climax. She blushed.

Other areas were vague and ambiguous. Like clause 4.3, which stated that the Mistress has the right to call upon her toilet slave for any special practices or events; without elaborating. Mystery that would have petrified her a month ago, now excited her. Much of what Mistress had mentioned verbally was delivered in writing and Claudia accordingly signed her 'life' away. She was now officially owned by a Mistress and that Mistress was the imperious Eva.

Claudia was shown to where she could leave her belongings, placing her suitcase and bag alongside what appeared to be another set of luggage.

"You can take your clothes off here and leave them in this wardrobe. Unless instructed to by myself or Master Robert, you'll always wear this collar and nothing more," said Mistress Eva as she snapped it on. It was a different collar to the one she'd worn a month earlier and she was pulled all the way to the bathroom by its attached chain.

"There are 2 main bathrooms in the house and this is the one you'll serve in."

Mistress Eva's bathroom was as elegant as the mansion it was in. Ornate with peach colored tiles that despite a lighter hue, reminded her of the dress she wore the night of her 'consecration'. A large shower and separate tub were off-limits unless otherwise advised and a large vanity unit and adjoining mirror surveyed the spacious room. There was abundant floor-space for Claudia to sprawl out on or to adjust herself to the demands of her owners.

"You've proved yourself to be a diligent slave thus far, don't make me regret upgrading you from the barn to the toilet. There's always a place for you under the cows if we see fit," warned Mistress Eva. Amazingly, Claudia wasn't even perturbed by this threat. A part of her urged to serve the cows again to further challenge her own submission. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. When Claudia first came to terms with her scat fetish, she still felt ashamed of herself. Had she become more accepting of herself? More open-minded? Or just succumbing to her fetish? She was incredulous to some of the things she contemplated doing, but having committed herself she was now determined to be the best toilet slave she could be. Helped by her craving for shit and humiliation in equal measure, so that her worthlessness could both please and repulse the Mistress.

The chain attached to Claudia's collar was wrapped around the base of the toilet and locked.

"At the end of each day you'll receive your rewards if you've earned any," promised the Mistress before she left Claudia alone on the cold bathroom floor. The first few hours as a toilet slave were boring as she sat waiting, wondering what everyone back in London had made of her 'disappearance'. After what seemed like an eternity, the click clack of heels steadily got louder. Sure enough Mistress Eva barged through the door and dropped her black lace panties to the floor without saying a word. Stepping her black heels out of the leg holes, she kicked her panties aside and moved closer to Claudia who had begun arranging herself on all fours. Mistress Eva spread her legs and her labia before giving blunt instructions. "Clean my cunt," she said.

Claudia sat on her knees beneath the crotch she was to serve and got her tongue to work, wiping on and around the button-like clitoris of her Mistress. Claudia felt a hand grab the back of her head and push her in further. Inside of Mistress Eva's thighs her face was pressed, feeling warmly smothered until Mistress slightly relaxed her grip.

"Open wide," she warned. Claudia obeyed and prepared herself by cupping her lips over Mistress Eva's pussy. Urine surged out and Claudia had to back away a little, she couldn't swallow fast enough and much spilled over her face, chest, lap, and onto the floor.

"You better not forget to suck that back up later. The floor must remain clean at all times," reminded Mistress Eva who was going over to the toilet seat. She sat down opposite-ways, so that her ass hung over the front.

"Get that craving tongue of yours in my asshole, Shitlips."

Claudia proceeded rimming her queen, removing the film of sweat, lint, and fecal residue.

"This is what you've been reduced to," said Mistress Eva with a light moan. "Worshipping and cleaning my ass."

Claudia pushed her tongue into her anus, trying best she could to please. Out came a little fart accompanied by a horrid stench. Claudia breathed deeply to take it all in before stretching her tongue as far in as she possibly could.

"Do you want to eat my shit?" asked Mistress.

"Yes Mistress," replied a muffled, but enthusiastic Claudia.

"I want you to beg for it like the depraved shit-whore that you are."

"Please Mistress, shit in my dirty mouth like the worthless shit bucket that I am." This squalid exchange had Claudia's adrenaline pumping again, she couldn't resist the temptation to play with herself while her tongue now shined the inside of Mistress Eva's buttocks.

"What a putrid little shit slut you've become," smiled Mistress Eva as she closed her eyes, arched her back and head up, and pushed.

Claudia felt Mistress Eva's sphincter open against her tongue followed by the sliver of a thick log streaming out like a train out a tunnel. Claudia guided it into her mouth with her tongue until it filled and there was no more space left for the nutty waste. The congestion caused the remainder to fall on the floor, while Claudia chewed and condensed what she'd managed to capture. More shit was making its way out and Claudia tried catching it in her mouth, but only managed to smear some on her nose and cheek. Another fart came and the streaming gases flicked a small chunk onto Claudia's eyelid.

"Now clean me up and show some gratitude," demanded the Mistress.

"Thank you Mistress, I'm not worthy of your delicious waste," said Claudia as she set off polishing the ass before her. She tried making sure not to leave any visible specks of fecal matter, which was challenging with the shit attached to her face and lips. Strategically, Claudia spread Mistress Eva's cheeks wide and stretched her tongue far so that it was the only thing making surface contact; swallowing and disposing once a substantial amount gathered.

Once she was done with Mistress Eva, she bent down and sucked all the piss off of the floor, before picking up chunks of shit on the floor with her lips. As she stuffed herself with shit, Claudia flashed back to her night in the trough and reminisced how satisfying the experience became in the end. She truly felt like a slave now and understood being filled with shit was the only redemption she deserved to aspire; so long as she achieved it by serving her Mistress of course. Before she could reach the last chunk of shit on the floor, Mistress Eva deliberately stepped on it with her thick black platform heel. Sitting back on the toilet seat, she crossed legs so that the shit-stained shoe was elevated. Claudia could see the thick layer that had stuck to the sole and sides.

"Be a good pig and clean that up for me," said Mistress Eva. Claudia crawled over and licked the shit off, smacking her lips in delight. Mixed in with the shit, she could taste bits of dirt and dust from the bottom of the shoe. She didn't care. Her only objective was to make that shoe shine as she eagerly wiped her tongue all over the affected areas.

A diligent Claudia licked, slurped, chewed, and swallowed until the last remains of shit from the bathroom floor, Mistress Eva's ass and shoes had been consumed. She caught her reflection in the mirror and salaciously ran her tongue around the fecal smear adorning her mouth. Mistress Eva exited and Claudia was alone again on the cold tiles.