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12th January 2007, 12:41 AM
**For reference, parts of this story are true where others are not**
(Sorry i havent been very active on here in a while. My ass-obsessed gf has been keeping me busy)
Being a fart/toilet slave.
Since my last post i have lead a different life. The reason being, to be frank, is that i have been a slave to my gf's (J* - yes still with each other - from my previous post) bodily functions.
The reason things (as you will see) have gone so extreme, is that early on we had already experiance our fantasies...which ultimately means we keep striving for more extremes of the original obsession. However, the main conductor in the action has always been her.
A few months ago, after seeing and reading about our fetish, we began to experiment. J* made me watch her bowel movements whenever nature called. Though i declined having her squat over me due to the 1st experiance. Soon however, she insisted on me at least licking out her asshole after taking number twos. Grudgingly i agreed. Even though i found it highly erotic, the taste is still, well...shit. So this continued for about a week until she wanted to find something "fun" on the internet which we could try.
After searching through she showed me a videos with common themes...I couldnt help being a little scared to be honest. They were vids where the women had dirrahea (i wont even grace the word with proper spelling). Many attempts of trial and error we found that a mix of beer, hot curry, and several laxatives produced what she called: "Her brown shower."
However, the fantasy was not complete without 1 special thing. A very special toilet. I can only describe as a deep coffin, with a loo seat above the head part. Ofcourse I had to build it. I felt like i was digging my own grave...however J* was so attractive and 1 in a million that i couldnt say no. So when it was done i put it in the garden shed. That evening we ordered an indian takeaway. I knew what was coming. All evening i was smelling her gorgeuos curry farts. When the meal was finished, we couldnt control ourselves. I ripped down her miniskirt and tights and shoved my head between her swelteringly warm arse-crack and began shoving my tongue around and in her anus. I'd tasted her shit before, so the disgust was gone and all was left was the erotic.
Through her breaths i heard her say:
"Get...in....that...coffin...NOW!"
One last kiss and i was out the door and inside my prepared chamber in a flash. It was cold, hard, and uncomfortable....but i didnt care. Looking up, i saw the actual seat wasnt as far away from my head as i thought it would be...maybe just 5 inches. Through the circular hole i could see the brightly lit room. NOt second later though, that space was occupied by (what looked like from this position) i giantess's thighs.
to be continued...
(Sorry i havent been very active on here in a while. My ass-obsessed gf has been keeping me busy)
Being a fart/toilet slave.
Since my last post i have lead a different life. The reason being, to be frank, is that i have been a slave to my gf's (J* - yes still with each other - from my previous post) bodily functions.
The reason things (as you will see) have gone so extreme, is that early on we had already experiance our fantasies...which ultimately means we keep striving for more extremes of the original obsession. However, the main conductor in the action has always been her.
A few months ago, after seeing and reading about our fetish, we began to experiment. J* made me watch her bowel movements whenever nature called. Though i declined having her squat over me due to the 1st experiance. Soon however, she insisted on me at least licking out her asshole after taking number twos. Grudgingly i agreed. Even though i found it highly erotic, the taste is still, well...shit. So this continued for about a week until she wanted to find something "fun" on the internet which we could try.
After searching through she showed me a videos with common themes...I couldnt help being a little scared to be honest. They were vids where the women had dirrahea (i wont even grace the word with proper spelling). Many attempts of trial and error we found that a mix of beer, hot curry, and several laxatives produced what she called: "Her brown shower."
However, the fantasy was not complete without 1 special thing. A very special toilet. I can only describe as a deep coffin, with a loo seat above the head part. Ofcourse I had to build it. I felt like i was digging my own grave...however J* was so attractive and 1 in a million that i couldnt say no. So when it was done i put it in the garden shed. That evening we ordered an indian takeaway. I knew what was coming. All evening i was smelling her gorgeuos curry farts. When the meal was finished, we couldnt control ourselves. I ripped down her miniskirt and tights and shoved my head between her swelteringly warm arse-crack and began shoving my tongue around and in her anus. I'd tasted her shit before, so the disgust was gone and all was left was the erotic.
Through her breaths i heard her say:
"Get...in....that...coffin...NOW!"
One last kiss and i was out the door and inside my prepared chamber in a flash. It was cold, hard, and uncomfortable....but i didnt care. Looking up, i saw the actual seat wasnt as far away from my head as i thought it would be...maybe just 5 inches. Through the circular hole i could see the brightly lit room. NOt second later though, that space was occupied by (what looked like from this position) i giantess's thighs.
to be continued...