Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2018 12:14:49 -0500 From: six thirtytwo Subject: A Toilet's Toilet - Part 6 A Toilet's Toilet - Slave Joshua (2) Once at my place I had Josh strip, fold his clothes, place then in a neat pile on the floor and then kneel. I went upstairs, changed into a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I came back downstairs, smiled to myself at sight of Josh waiting on his knees as I walked by him and into the kitchen. I grabbed a beer, headed into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Come in here boy and kneel about a foot, foot and a half in front of me." He did as instructed by did not acknowledge my command before acting upon it. "When you are given an order, you are always to acknowledge it with "Yes, Sir. Do you understand?" He responded with a "Yes, Sir." "I am curious why you came home with me tonight? I described what I was looking for more than just a slave and when I discussed my slave serving as my toilet, I thought you weren't interested. Your body language said as much to me." "Sir, I was afraid of missing out on something real." "Something real?" "Your looking to train someone as your slave. Not for a night, or for a weekend, but as your committed slave. You also said something about that while a Master and slave's interests might overlap, the real point of the relationship was that the slave submit to the Master's needs and will. Or something like that, Sir" "Is that what you want? To be a committed slave? To be truly trained to serve?" "Yes, Sir" "If truly serving your Master means serving as his toilet? I cannot stress this enough, I want a toilet. I want to use my toilet multiple times a week. I don't care if my toilet likes the taste of my shit, gets off on eating my shit, grows to like it or what have you. Any slave that commits to me, will serve as my toilet." We sat there staring at each other for maybe ten seconds. "I don't expect you eat my shit today, or next week, I will train you. In the same way I train you to service me sexually and domestically, I will train you as my toilet. It will be slow. It will be methodical. It will be relentless. It will be hard. And eventually, it will become who you are - a slave and a toilet. No more, no less." Josh looked at me, but didn't say anything. I stood up and started running my hand over his body. I inspected his chest, back, arms, pits, legs and feet. When I finally cupped his balls he signed. He was hard and leaking. I stroked his cock a little. "What size is this? 7, 7.5 inches?" "It's about 7 inches, Sir? "What's the longest you've been locked in chastity?" "A few weeks, Sir. Never more than just shy of a month." As I played with his cock a little & explained that he would be kept in chastity. I had many devices, we'd find the best fit and he'd remain in it. I told him I'd take him out from time to time to play with "my toy hard," for cleaning, to ensure it wasn't causing damage, but that 98% of his time would be caged. I had him stand up, turn around and bend over grabbing his ankles. "You've for a beautiful hole." I brought a finger up to my mouth, wet it, then went back to his hole and pushed in. "Tight. Nice and tight. I like that." He grunted some at the intrusion, but I kept moving round till I hit his prostate. I yanked finger out. I instructed him to stand back up turn around and look at me. "I've given you a lot to think about tonight. I want you to head over to the door, get dressed and then kneel as you did when we came in." "Yes, Sir" He did as instructed. I walked over to him and handed him my phone. "Enter your contact information." He did. "I am going to text you so that you have my number. Go home and think about that transpired tonight. Think about what I've said. What I want. What you want. If you're interested in moving forward, text me tomorrow at 5PM to let me know. Not before. Not after. At 5PM."