Knowing Your Place: A Human Toilet Story: 1

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Morgan replied, “Well, then let’s give him some more if he cannot get enough,” and she took one of Erica’s smelly cheer shoes, loosened the laces and tongue and pressed the opening it over my face, using a hand on the back of my head to press it harder.

They did smell like sweat though, or more precisely, the heavily sweated-in interiors were reeking of girl foot sweat even right through the leather of the shoe which was on her foot. Morgan then grabbed the other sweaty sock from Erica’s other reeking cheer shoe, carefully folded it over exposing the underside of the toe area, grabbed my hair again with her free hand and pressed the sweaty toe area of the sock over my nose with the wettest under-the-toes section right over the nostril openings, securing it with another piece of tape. That’s right asshole, I don’t know if they told you but there’s also normal toilets in here as well which means all of us girls are given the option of whether we want to piss and shit on your face or not, which means I could have simply used an ordinary toilet that just has plain old water at the bottom of the bowl instead of using your ugly face, but really what’s the fun in that? Although there are no official figures on the number of people who are forced into the practice, the International Dalit Solidarity Network estimates there are 1.But Morgan continued, “And you blow your boss consensually because you are a whore, then sue him for money you greedy bitch. He could also see the nose stud she was wearing on the outside of her left nostril, as well as the various tattoos that she had scattered down her arms. As if it wasn’t already humiliating enough, Morgan continued, “And then when you are done tongue-washing the soles of her sneakers, you wanna lick her feet right because she is a beautiful cheerleader, right?

You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie preferences, as described in the Cookie notice. You know, girls are really not supposed to toss their used tampons into the toilet but this shit is not going into the sewer, is it? If you are not sure, then sweat them up real good next time and give him a fresh dose as a treat since you know he positively loved the taste of your foot sweat.

Fortunately, Erica slid back and began undoing the cheer shoe from my face and stripping the other sock off my nose. Morgan continued to manipulate Erica, “That ‘umph’ sound means he is asking you ‘Is that all you got you weak little bitch? What somebody else might have found weird is that he walked passed the bathroom, instead of going in.

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. Once all the straps were in place David then immediately began trying to move around however it only took a matter of seconds for the realization to set in that the only parts of his body he could now move were his fingers and toes, which even then he could only helplessly wiggle around a little bit. A few minutes into my kneeling position, Morgan kicked off her shoes and began delivering hard foot slaps to my face, commenting, “Ahh, yes. He also realized that this would make the girls seem even more dominant as well, since they would appear to tower over him while they stood over the bowl getting ready to pee or shit on his face. When Erica suddenly pulled her foot out of my mouth, and I noticed it was covered in blood from my throat.You let out a scream, feeling your teeth pull back into your gums while your entire head flattened and became more like a bowl, with your mouth, stuck open. Morgan then stood up, motioned to the chair she had been in, and went for the close, “OK then, if they are clean enough to walk around in your own house, then no big deal to wipe them off on his face, right? I lost track of this thought and came back to self-awareness when the salty sweat had all been removed and consumed by me. Erica must have sensed my trepidation and my pain and hopefully the fact that I was her lawyer, not the rapist.

It is soo freaking gross, but at the same time flattering that someone would be that eager to suck on, swallow and sniff the sweat from the soles of my feet. As they got into the details, Morgan made an angry “Ugh,” sound, then began slapping my face with her shod foot for no reason. But, one must endure, so I wiped down XJ as best I could, and beat it the hell out of there, eager to get to my antibacterial gel. When I tell people I’m a human toilet, they often say, “oh, that’s so convenient because you never have to worry about finding a bathroom in the cit in a pinch. There's now a playlist in construction for this fic here :) Language: English Words: 44,311 Chapters: 28/?

The apprehension he was feeling as he just lay there helplessly watching it slowly inch closer towards his face was making his heart beat faster while his breathing increased rapidly in nervous anticipation. You wanna lick them for her even though they are dirty, right because she deserves it as a hot cheerleader and you wanna show her how sorry you are, right. Fuming, I replied, “Abby is a goddam inexperienced, wet behind the ears intern and Grace is not even a lawyer, she is a freaking secretary.