I went back to kissing his ass all over but he instructed me to keep my mouth firmly planted on his butthole. Then in one quick motion he pulled his briefs down and my mouth was directly on his asshole, kissing his rectum. “Get ready for some shit,” he said with what sounded like glee. I put my hands on his hips and positioned him with his asshole directly over my mouth. “By the way,” he asked, “did you ever think when you woke up this morning that you were going to be in this position?” I told him no. “No, Master,” he corrected, and I corrected myself without hesitating. “Well, get used to it - you’re going to spend the rest of your life as my sex slave and toilet!” he said, laughing. With that, his studly asshole dilated and I saw the first turd start to come out. I let it get most of the way out - he has me much better trained by now - and didn’t put my mouth to it until he said “Eat it!” I actually bit most of it off like I was stopping a yogurt dispenser with some still coming out. The taste was horrific - this was male shit, my son’s shit, and I was eating it, and would be eating it for life! I gagged it down and somehow made it through the rest of the turds. Then he ordered me to clean up his asshole and, when I was done, to thank him a hundred times for allowing me to eat his shit. (He still sometimes tapes the things I say to him.)
Since that first morning, he’s put me through my paces multiple times every day. In fact, my life is now basically defined in terms of serving Adam, and my workday (Adam orders me not to work late) and any times Adam is not around are just breaks from serving him. Adam takes great delight in coming up with ways to humiliate me. I now have to go to sleep with my face buried in his crotch or, more commonly, his ass. He often wakes me up to order me to suck his cock or to piss or shit in my mouth. He controls every aspect of my life now, from what to wear to whether I may go to the bathroom at work to when I may eat. Yesterday he told me I couldn’t eat anything until dinner. Then he came home from school at about 7 - the car, like everything else, is his now - with a small pizza and a salad. I thought it was for me and that I was so hungry I would eat it up in five minutes. Instead I had to sit there and watch him down the meal, then without saying a word, he got up and went to the bathroom and snapped his fingers. I crawled over and put my face to his ass and ate his shit, the only thing I ate yesterday. Another time after I had done the dishes he took one of the dinner plates and shit on it, then gave me the plate with the huge long turd and took one of the nice forks and fed me bites of his dung!
I truly am his sex slave and his toilet now, just like he told me I would be on that first day. I know that what I did was wrong, but I had no idea it would lead to this. I spend most of my life now with my son’s asshole in my face, and some of it with his cock in my face or up my ass. Nobody at work or anywhere would believe our set-up, but I’m powerless to do anything about it. No matter how flattering it is when Adam and I go to a bar and a woman flirts with me, I am never allowed to let it go anywhere but I certainly can’t tell her the reason: because that night when I get home my son is going to beat me with a belt, fuck my man butt, and relieve himself by making me eat his shit.
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