Knowing Your Place: A Human Toilet Story: 1

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The driver, who knew very little English, understood our frantic hand signals and he hopped out of the car, scanning the nearby businesses and finding one that he thought might be of help. Eve has been tasked with bringing into the chasm of the cult his favourite boy, whether he likes it or not. You can only truly know what’s going on with a human toilet once you’ve dropped a steaming deuce in her tank. Once there he could clearly see the head sized hole in the wall which his head would soon be sliding into as soon as he’d been secured to the bench. I started to say, “Please—” but she cut me off, saying, “Oooh, no begging, it is truly pathetic, ok?

Grace then took the seat on the other side of Erica, poured a big glass of water, placed it on the floor near Erica and said, “Dip each sock in this, and have him suck the water out.He’d already tried to prepare himself mentally the best he could for this exact moment since he knew that this would end up being his punishment however now that it was actually happening in real life he realized that there was just no amount of preparation that could have gotten him ready for the situation he was now in. Then Morgan unzipped my pants, pulled my penis free through the opening of my boxers, mashed it again with the sole of her expensive leather pump to refresh the blood flow and keep it at full attention. When I got to her desk chair and carefully sat down again facing her desk opening with my back to the desk chair, she taped my head to the chair again with the pre-ripped tape strips. She then moved to lift her panties to put them back on but paused before turning to give you an evil look.

India has since Independence in 1947 enacted laws aimed at ending the practice of manual scavenging, which include commitments to modernise sanitation to end the manual disposal of faeces as well as outlawing employing anyone to do so. Well,” Erica said, “For doing such a good job mouth-laundering my sweaty disgusting socks, maybe I will give him the real thing and let him lick the sweat off my feet since he likes it so much. You gave a low scream but it was drowned out by your mouth filling with water from the toilet, getting you ready to receive your first load. Morgan grabbed Erica’s other cheer shoe and then walked me into the conference room on the leash, so I looked like an idiot with a raging erection, and a shoe taped over my face.After a big pause setting up her punch line, she asked, “Then why do you have a big bloody tampon in your mouth?

As the young Gothic girl then began collecting some flem in the back of her throat before spitting it through the toilet bowl and watching as it landed directly over the top of Davids face, hitting him straight in the eyes which caused them to sting painfully while also momentarily blurring his vision and causing him to let out an agonizing groan through his gag.

But Morgan started her mind games again talking to Erica as if it was me talking to Erica and saying things as if the rapist and harasser were saying them, “Come on, Erica. you wanted to vomit but the magic prevented it and the shit, piss, and used tampon settled into your stomach and your body slowly began to digest it. Erica marveled at the sight before her, and looking directly down at me and said, “I cannot believe you actually love the smell of my foot sweat, my soaking wet, sweat-filled sock, and my reeking, disgusting, 3-year old, super sweaty cheer shoes. Morgan then stood on her desk, stepped out of her tiny panties again, lifted her skirt and squatted to pee into the wide mouthed funnel that was connected to the tubed coiled on her desk, sighing, “Ahh what a relief! Abby sat across from Erica, and upon pulling here chair in, kicked her legs forward, which resulted in the toe of her shoe kicking me in the head.

I have a sensitive nose and I don’t think you smell, although the same can’t be said for those cheer shoes in your hand. This time she pressed the sole of her shoe on my lips and twisted it side to side as if she were trying to grind a stain off my lips. Erica declined and Morgan kept intermittently slapping my face with her feet until my head was ringing.

Erica entered and walked around the table to see me lying there with her cheer shoes mounted to my face and penis, commenting, “Well that is a sight to see. I started to hesitate but she gave me a look that portended of more ball kicks, rib stomps and chest jumps, so I complied. I decided to get lunch myself and thought it best to sneak out so I didn’t get waylaid by psycho Melanie, abusive Court or arrogant Abigail.