{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"fe2ede54-f54d-4bb7-9c88-1e59e5e99ce9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-24T15:16:27.618Z","title":"Miss Amberle and Her toilet","slug":"miss-amberle-and-her-toilet","shortId":"YNIG4MP2","authorNote":"This story has sex and flogging scenes but is really a story of the physical and mental transformations to become her ideal toilet. If this does not intrigue / interest you ... please find a different story to read.\nI wrote this story after having a series of chats in chatrooms with the inspiration for Miss Amberle.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Miss Amberle, a Dominatrix into women, hires a younger man to be her live-in maid. Of course, he will need to agree to be modified to appear almost female to keep his job. And he will need to become her toilet slave. This is his / their story.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"d95f7e46-13d6-4390-bedd-00d937ae76f5","title":null,"summary":"A chance meeting seven years ago today - our Anniversary, of sorts. Well, it’s the day She and","wordCount":10237,"readTime":51,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

A chance meeting seven years ago today - our Anniversary, of sorts. Well, it’s the day She and i celebrate as our Anniversary for lack of a better date. A day that changed my life forever, a change that i never would have expected or even thought possible. Miss Amberle is as radiant today as the day i met her. She is now 38 years old, standing 5'7\" in stockings though she is rarely seen without heels of some sort that often pushes Her to nearly six feet tall. She has jet black hair often worn pulled back tightly with black eyes and olive complexion. Miss Amberle is my Queen.

i had just turned 20 when i met her, living alone, going to a junior college and working two part-time jobs to pay the rent. i had been on my own for three years so this day-to-day was nothing new to me but i was searching for something, someone - i just didn’t know what it was. i was cleaning the stalls of the woman’s room at the Country Club when Miss Amberle first noticed me. i was born petite in build, being only 5’6” and rarely weighing more than 130 pounds. On this day, my brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail so She has told me She mistook me for a female when entering the second stall to urinate.

Upon realizing the obvious sound, i spoke up to excuse myself until she was finished - telling her i would wait outside. She didn’t seem startled that i was a male in the next stall and spoke in a commanding voice and told me to just continue with my cleaning, she would be finished shortly. i heard the toilet flush then realized she was standing behind me, looking down at me as i scrubbed the toilet. Wearing a pair of rubber gloves with my white shirt and black pants, the uniform for the Club, i turned to see her standing at the edge of the first stall. She introduced herself and proceeded to tell me of her current need for someone to clean her home and asked if i would have interest. By the sharpness of her piercing black eyes, i felt that she was committing every detail of me to memory. When i hesitated to answer, i really was not any type of maid, she demanded my phone number and said matter-of-factly that i would be well compensated for my time. i gave her my number without even thinking, the tone of her voice was all it took. my phone vibrated as she texted me. “Let me know by 5pm tonight if interested” and she was gone.

i asked about her around the Club that afternoon. No one seemed to know much about her other than had been a member for a couple years, seemed very wealthy like so many members were and was only seen occasionally in the company of other women. i was always needing extra cash so i figured a meeting to learn more about the work - and the cash - wouldn’t hurt. i texted back just after 4p that i was interested. My phone rang moments later and she was asking if i could come by her home after my shift at the Club. She texted the address without waiting for my reply. By 6pm that night, my life was on the path to changing forever. That was seven years ago today.

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i sit at my small dressing table, looking at my reflection in the mirror as i prepare for our Anniversary dinner. my hair is now jet black like Miss Amberle’s, dyed on the first of every month, and worn long and straight between my shoulder blades. Long ago, the hairs on my face were removed via laser treatments so that my skin is soft and smooth at all times. i had thin, black eyebrows tattooed after the laser. Tonight, i take a pencil and darken them and add some texture per Miss Amberle’s wishes for me. A new dress purchased for tonight hangs on the hook inside my tall bureau. i stand, nude, and walk to the bureau for the garter and stockings that i will wear tonight. i step into the dress and pull it over my thighs and hips before slipping my arms into the spaghetti straps. my disproportionately large breasts - oh yes, i have breasts now but that is for later - barely fit into the dress. it is quite tight as was the intention when purchased for me. my fat, firm nipples will be on display all night long poking through the fabric. my always worn silver collar inlaid with rhinestones that spell ’s-l-a-v-e’ is quite visible with this low cut dress. it used to embarrass me to wear in public but i have come to just accept it as part of my body. i check the clock and realize i need to hurry or i will keep Miss Amberle waiting and that is never a good idea. Black leather booties with three-inch heels slip over the stockings and onto my feet. The hem of the dress settles mid-thigh just below the top of my stockings. i hurry upstairs to arrive just a long breath before Miss Amberle - punishment averted.

Miss Amberle admires me, having me turn slowly so She can see Her creation in detail then i complement Her with affection and love. Taking my hand, the driver and town-car are waiting to whisk us off to dinner. We share champagne in the backseat as we make the short drive from Her country estate to the city and her favorite restaurant. Henri greets us at the door with his ever-present smile and quickly ushers us through the crowded restaurant to our table. Champagne and appetizers brought by Kristen, a lovely young woman that we have had to the house on many occasions. She is a favorite play toy of Miss Amberle’s and is working tonight, on her usual day off, for the occasion.

Throughout the evening, staff and guests alike, stop by to say hello to me and my Mistress and the few that know of our Anniversary, Congratulate Her with a wink or a smile. They do not actually acknowledge me, nor do i expect them to do so. Though i am sure i saw at least two people take note of my enormous breasts and fat nipples pushed through the dress. Appetizer, Dinner, Dessert were all pre-ordered and i enjoy each with surprise at seeing what has been chosen for me and then delighting in the wonderfulness of the taste of each. i am thankful for the constant flow of the meal as the two bottles of champagne plus what was drank in the town-car has given me a buzz. Nearly four hours has elapsed since we left when the driver opens the door for us back at the estate. At the doorway, Miss Amberle sweeps me in Her arms and kisses me soulfully as lovers do until she breaks the kiss. “Now go get out of that lovely dress but leave the stockings on - and i will take you out back.”

i quickly scurry down the stairs to my small room. i remove my booties and the dress is carefully removed and hung back on the bureau hook. i glance at the full length mirror and see my nude body with just the garters and stockings. my hands lightly brush over my huge breasts and firm nipples and then my eyes glance between my legs. i really need to urinate and Miss Amberle knows this all too well. She continually had Kristen refill my champagne glass and made sure i also had two glasses of ice water. i hurry up the stairs and Miss Amberle is waiting for me with the leather leash. Clipping it onto the small ring at the back of the collar by lifting jet black hair to attach then letting my hair fall down my bare skin. it’s a warm evening so Miss Amberle wears only the bra and panty’s She had worn to dinner along with Her boots, of course.

i smile inwardly when i see the delight in Her eyes at my nude body of Her creation. Six years ago, for our First Anniversary, Miss Amberle had a catheter implanted in my urethra. There is a small spigot just past the tip of my penis that allows Her to release my bladder at Her leisure. So often it is left open, but needless to say, tonight it has been closed for the past five hours so i would be only the lady at dinner. Her hand reaches under my smooth sac and strokes my four inch penis and then plays about the spigot teasing me by the actions. She knows i have to urinate something fierce but the last few minutes will seem like an eternity before She opens the spigot.

At last, She tugs on the leash and leads me down the hall and out the back door to the yard. The floor under our feet is tile, there is no carpet in the entire house so not to make clean-up difficult. The air is just a bit cool given i am nude except for my stockings and garter as She walks me around the yard as if i need any more encouragement for my bladder. A near full moon shines down on us as finally She finds the spot and tells me to squat but to keep my thighs together. i settle into position, balancing on the balls of my feet when She reaches between my thighs and lifts the head of my penis and the spigot upwards. Turning the valve, my urine pours out all over my stockings and legs. i softly moan with the pleasure of release. A soft moan is all i’m aloud to do without receiving punishment. my body shakes as Miss Amberle stands by my side, stroking my smooth face with Her hand as urine runs over my legs for more than a minute.

Miss Amberle tugs the leash and i stand beside her, the spigot left open. “Now undress and leave those soiled stockings outside then go turn down My bed and crawl on the other side and wait for Me.” i look at Her in the moonlight, a rare treat to share Her bed. “it’s our Anniversary, darling.” The leash unclipped, i hurry to the porch and slip out of the piss-soaked stockings and garter. While i am washing the earth from my feet, i can hear Miss Amberle pissing in the yard. i’m sure it’s in the same spot i just squatted - the Alpha marking Her scent.

A soft light awaits Her in the bedroom, i am curled on the far side of the bed. i watch Her approach, 150 pounds of woman on Her 5’6” frame. Her 36D breasts shake with each step, Her cunt still glistening from the outdoor piss. As soon as She turns out the light and slips into bed, i move between Her thighs and lick Her cunt dry of piss, my tongue a bathroom tissue. i continue to lap at Her cunt a couple moments longer before She pushes me away, “not tonight slave. Go to sleep.”

So let me ask … are you curious to learn how i went from working two jobs and going to school to looking like this and living like this in just seven years? if so, then sit back and let me tell you how …

Miss Amberle was 31 then but already the Founder and CEO of a publicly-traded medical device company. In Her private time - and She was then as now - a very private person, a Domme of women and a very controlling Leader of Her company. She had recently purchased the estate that is now our home and had to let go the maid prior to moving. This is where i entered Her life at the Country Club ladies room. My interview was a hands on interview. She had intentionally left the kitchen full of dirty dishes and the bathroom, well that was something entirely different. There was feces dried in the toilet bowl and urine on the floor. Upon inviting me inside She told me i had 60 minutes to clean the kitchen and bathroom while She tended to work. Sixty minutes later, i was hired as Her full-time maid and cook, if i knew how. After two months, a small room downstairs was cleaned out by me and Miss Amberle offered the position of live-in maid IF i accepted some very odd conditions. If i did not, She said She would terminate me and I had no doubt She meant it. i had had to sign a strict confidentiality agreement that first night and on the evening She presented the conditions of further employment, She made sure i understood my life would be a living hell if i broke the agreement.

Miss Amberle poured me a drink then excused Herself. i had barely drank half the glass of whiskey prior to hearing heels on the tile. i turned to see Her wearing black leather bra and panty, stockings and leather boots laced to Her knees. Over the next thirty minutes - and another glass of straight whiskey for me - She laid out Her lifestyle and expectations for me. She told me of spending free time out doors and living in an almost nudist state. i would be expected to share this state. She explained that She is a Domme to women. She can be caring or She can be cruel. The fact that She mistook me for a woman in the ladies room is the only reason i am here. And She did intend to employ a full-time, live-in female maid. With one exception - as She pointed between my legs. With that, She told me to stand and strip naked. my then-brown hair shoulder length, my arms at my side as Miss Amberle took Her time assessing my body.

i was not at all happy about my dreary life and agreed the next morning to become Miss Amberle’s full-time maid though She now referred to me as Her slave. i gave notice for my apartment and She allowed me to only bring what i could carry telling me She would purchase what little i would need to live in Her home. True to Her word, i was well compensated but most of the money was put directly into an account She managed as i had little use for it. Over the course of the next ten months, She did what was promised on that first night. She began the process of modifying my body into a beautiful piece of art made solely for sex and devotion to Her. The first thing I will do is lavish a nice set of implants on you. They will be DD or greater as I do not want them looking proportionate in any way.

Having wealth and a company servicing the medical field, Miss Amberle had connections. Within the week, She took me to visit the top plastic surgeon in the region, a female physician in her mid-forties. i was surprised how inconspicuous and unassuming the office was for a physician of such reputation. The receptionist directed us to a procedure room and closed the door behind us - no one else saw us, presuming there were other patients in the office. A petite Asian female nurse entered, said a few words with Miss Amberle then instructed me to strip nude then get on the scale for height and weight. Blood pressure and heart rate followed then the nurse opened a door and told me to take a seat in the examination chair. At this point, Dr Wales entered and hugged Miss Amberle as long time friends do. She was a tall, very attractive blonde woman with cool blue eyes. She conferred with the notes the Asian nurse had entered into the system then turned to look at me while still speaking with Miss Amberle “so this is the one you’ve chosen?”

The office temperature was cool and i could feel small goosebumps on my skin even though it felt as if i was sweating at the brow and in my pits. Dr Wales performed a basic physical, actually the first one i had had in years and deemed i was fit. She had me lean forward and her hands groped my chest. She pressed the flesh, squeezed my nipples and pushed the skin and tissue around. “How big did we discuss on the phone?” nodding when Miss Amberle replied DD minimum. my eyes opened wide at the mention of the cup size, once more Miss Amberle was being true to Her word. “Now please sit back and try to relax,” as the Asian nurse pulled out the stirrups and helped me to lift my feet into them knowing i had never experienced this type of examination. Being nude in the presence of three women had my penis chubby but it was mostly ignored until Dr Wales had slipped on her latex gloves. She poked my testes and pulled on my chubby penis taking various measurements of length and girth and having the nurse note them in the records.

With my legs in the stirrups, i was quite exposed to all three of them. The nurse squirted lubricant on two fingers of Dr Wales gloved right hand then i felt her penetrate my anus saying only to cough just before she inserted the finger. She moved her finger and shoved it in thoroughly to rub my prostate. This caused my penis to twitch at the stimulation then she slid out her finger and noted how tight my ring was “you’ve never had anal stimulation, have you?” This was the first direct words she spoke to me and i nodded that i had not. Dr Wales and Miss Amberle spoke for ten more minutes with the nurse taking notes and me sitting nude in the stirrups. They discussed steps, procedures, timing and agreed to the plan of action. Shirt, pants, socks, boots put back on and we exited a door to our waiting car.

“One more stop then I will take my slave to lunch before getting you home to finish your duties around the house.” A small shop in a strip mall like every other strip mall in America. Miss Amberle spoke with the old Chinese lady in a friendly, familiar way then i was led to a chair and motioned to sit. Miss Amberle said She would be back when they had called her. A manicure and a pedicure, my first of either. my nails were painted black, hands and feet then i was led to a room behind the main room. This was where the laser hair removal would take place. For the second time in the day, i was told to strip nude though this felt even more humiliating than the physicians office. This was just two clothed Chinese girls and me standing nude. In less than thirty minutes, the only hair on my face and body was my long, brown hair. i stood up and dressed and caught sight of my hairless body in the mirror - my small penis looked even smaller now with no pubic hair to shield it.

The next morning i awoke to find a steel ring by my bed. ‘This is a cock ring, research it if you do not know how to put it on today. I expect it to be worn at all times until further notice.’ i went to the computer i was allowed to use and learned how to put it on my body by pushing my testes through the ring then tugging my penis. it was tight and kept my scrotum pushed forward. Miss Amberle had pronounced that She would do no such thing as hide my organ out of sight. She found it fascinating and thought She would enjoy looking at my body with my rock hard cock never getting the attention it needs for release.

Most days were the same, Miss Amberle would leave me a list of chores and sometimes errands to run while She was in the office. When home, i was always to be nude even when the gardener was outside. When running errands, i was allowed to wear shirt, pants, socks, boots and nothing more. This day was different as i would learn upon Her return home from work. i greeted Her as i always do with an evening glass of red wine and She smiled seeing the shiny cock ring and my firm chubby penis but She did not say a word about it. After finishing the glass of wine and sorting through mail and checking any last emails, She moved upstairs to Her bedroom to change before dinner. my wristwatch vibrated with a message asking me to come upstairs, She had something to teach me.

i hurried up the stairs as i always did when She summons and walked in to find Miss Amberle naked and squatting on the toilet. “It is time to begin your training, slave. For you to fully understand why I pay you so generously and treat you so well.” i know i was staring at Her nude body as i stood outside the bathroom door. Heavy breasts hanging and a little roll of flesh about Her sides and the shaven loose labia that seemed to dance between Her legs. “Now come over here and get on your knees between My legs,” i moved quickly and pressed my face over the toilet seat. “Stick your tongue out slave and press it to My cunt” and as i did, She began to urinate while taking Her hand to ram my face against Her, knowing i would pull back instinctively. She flooded my mouth with Her urine as i coughed and gagged on the taste and smell and then the flow was finished. “Now lick Me dry, wash your hands and go finish fixing dinner.” i stumbled backwards and washed my hands with soap then went downstairs still smelling Her piss on my skin.

As She ate dinner, She spoke “that will be the norm beginning today. After I’ve had my drink, you will wait two minutes then come upstairs and assume that position on the floor. you will wait for Me if I have not yet sat down on the toilet, understand?” i said that i did, it was pretty simple if not the most pleasant. After dessert, She stood and walked out of the kitchen only to return. “And slave, Dr Wales office called today, you have your first procedure day after tomorrow.” Breast implants, She meant i would be getting breasts. In the week since we had had the initial consultation, Miss Amberle had taken me shopping for some basic female outfits, mostly blouses and skirts and shoes with heels. i clean up the kitchen and put dishes away though i barely know what i’m doing, i can only think of the ‘procedure’ and that after that, there really was no turning back.

Thursday night, Miss Amberle arrived home and i greeted Her with a smile and Her red wine. i set a timer for two minutes when She set down Her glass and when it buzzed on my wrist, i hurriedly walk up the stairs and walked past Her as it sounded like a business call even though She was nude from the waist up. i got on my knees and pushed my chin onto the toilet seat and waited and waited. Finally She arrived and squatted over me, pushing my face to Her cunt, the taste of hot urine flooded my throat as i did better tonight without Her hand on my head. i licked Her dry then washed my hands to have dinner waiting for Her when She sat down. “Tomorrow will change your life, slave. We need to leave here by six a.m. so please be ready. I will lay out your clothes tonight after dinner.”

We arrived at Dr Wales office just before seven a.m. i was wearing a skirt and low heels with just a coat over my shoulders. i undressed under the Asian nurse’s supervision and removed the steel cock ring when directed then taken directly into an operating suite on a gurney. The anesthesiologist put me under as Dr Wales smiled over me and told me i would feel like a new woman when i woke. The first procedure was C cups. my body would need time to stretch before they could be made larger - it would likely take two more procedures to achieve Miss Amberle’s goal for me.

Miss Amberle gave me the weekend to regain my strength though She could barely keep Her hands off my breasts. Someone at the office had put the cock ring back on my genitals and the first time i saw myself with breasts in the mirror, my penis jumped and strained against the steel ring. i was allowed to wear slings for the first week to adapt to the weight of the breasts now hanging from my chest. But Monday night came and my mouth was pressed to Miss Amberle’s cunt as She urinated after Her wine.

Tuesday i had a hair appointment. i wore a blouse that now fit my breasts and skirt with two-inch heels and took an Uber into the city. Rachel greeted me with a smile and took me to her station. i tried to sit so that the bulge created by the cock ring would not show but i think i failed miserably as Rachel would smile every time i moved but never said a word. She ran her fingertips over my tattooed eyebrows before turning attention to my hair. She trimmed the hair without really reducing the length then told me she would now be dying it jet black just like Miss Amberle’s. When she was finished, i thought I looked stunning. my breasts bounced and ached as i walked to the car, the heels snapping on the sidewalk with each step. Once home, i stripped nude and put away my clothes for another day. i had chores to finish. Miss Amberle was ecstatic seeing my jet black hair down my back when She got home from work. She ran Her fingers through it as She sipped the wine. It felt good to know i pleased Her.

Each month brought a new procedure or a maintenance of one past. my appointment was for her to check the healing of my breasts but also for liposuction of my tummy and thighs. We were at four full months from my interview and the clock was ticking on the first year. i now knew the petite Asian nurse’s name was Cheryl though she never really spoke much to me other than to give directions. Dr Wales inspected my breasts and asked if i had had any issues with them. Hearing i didn’t, she asked me to sit back and once more put my feet in the stirrups. The latex glove and cold lube, this time she inserted two fingers in my anus and twisted them about until she felt my prostate and once more made my chubby jerk and stiffen some before pulling the fingers free.

Laying me back, she sucked the fat cells from my tummy and my thighs, shaping my body in the form that Miss Amberle desired. Finally she was finished and i was allowed to dress once more, always having being naked but by now i really didn’t think anything about being seen this way.

Friday night and i drank Her piss while She squatted. But this night after washing my hands, i stayed to help Her get dressed for a date. Well, She would be entertaining but not exactly a date as most people define it. Tight blouse, short leather skirt and five-inch knee-high leather boots with only a g-string. When finished with her makeup, Miss Amberle led me to the hall outside Her bedroom and opened a narrow door. “Go inside, face forward.” The door closed behind me but i walked towards a light - it was a small hole overlooking Her bed. She opened the door and beckoned me out. “Tonight, you will be waiting up for us and offer drinks. You will wear what I have laid on the bed for you. After we come upstairs, you will slip into this room and watch as I fuck My date. You will not make a sound and you will not touch yourself, understood?” i told Her i understood completely. “Once she has left the house, you may exit the room.”

Nearly three hours passed before the door opened. I was standing and waiting as Miss Amberle and Her gorgeous young date walked into the house. The blouse i wore barely covered my C cups and the skirt was almost so short, my asscheeks were on display as Miss Amberle offered drinks. The young woman asked for some wine and i quickly brought two glasses then retreated to the kitchen. The young woman looked me over without saying a word and soon i heard heels on the stairs. i did as was told and slipped into the narrow room, closing the door behind me. Miss Amberle undressed the twenty-something woman then undressed Herself. It began as a woman-woman fuck with tongues and fingers and deteriorated into Miss Amberle whipping and flogging the naked woman until she cried out with orgasm after orgasm. i watched in silence, shaking in the narrow corridor, my eye pressed to the hole. my penis seeped and dripped to the floor, i had never seen other people have sex in any manner. And had never seen a person whipped or flogged. The cock ring kept my small penis chubby hard but fortunately no orgasm. i didn’t even dare touch my breasts or cock for fear of spontaneously orgasming from the sight. What seemed forever but really was two hours, the young woman got off the bed and dressed and walked downstairs. An Uber was waiting for her.

The nude Miss Amberle opened the door and took my hand leading me to the bed where She had just fucked the young woman. The room smelled of sex and pussy and my penis dripped once more. Miss Amberle undressed me, Her hands pressing over my C cups and made me moan. “They will be so much larger, slave, but for now … they are beautiful.” My skirt was pulled off my hips and Her hands pressed over my recently lipo’d tummy and thighs, “Dr Wales does such wonderful work.” Her hands moved all around my genitals but never touched me sexually though Her hands were quite sensual. Then She rolled me over with my face where the young woman’s was. i could smell her perfume and her sweat. The flogger dropped over my back and i shuddered …

It was nearly two a.m. Friday night turned Saturday morning when Miss Amberle rolled out of the bed. i was sound asleep after crying myself to sleep from my first flogging. “Slave! Slave, I need you now!” i awoke with a start and took a moment to realize i was in Her bed and She was not there. “Where the FUCK are you, slave?” The sound of Her voice from the bathroom and i crawled off the bed and took my place between Her thighs. my throat burned with the taste of Her urine as She emptied Her bladder into my mouth then allowed me to lick Her dry. “Stay right where you are, it will be morning in a few hours.” And with this night, it began my slave evolution into Her toilet.

The end of the fifth month and my monthly dye appointment. Rachel greeted me, hugged me and rubbed herself against my bulge then giggled in my ear. i was sure Miss Amberle had put her up to it after my first appointment. Jet black hair and a trim of the ends. my hair was getting longer, nearly to the center of my back.

Next was Dr Wales office where Cheryl noted i had lost five pounds from the first appointment. i really wasn’t eating too much, my intake under strict control by Miss. Breasts examined, notes taken, a scheduled second procedure for two weeks. My legs in stirrups and once more the cold latex glove shoved into my asshole. Three fingers pushed in roughly, Dr Wales ignoring my whimpers to be gentle. Twisting and turning fingers and once more, my prostate pressed and rubbed as my penis thickened. Finally Dr Wales helped me out of the chair and asked me to turn. She pressed and groped my small asscheeks and made measurements that Cheryl dutifully entered in the tracking system. “Return in two days at 8 am. It’s time for your butt implants.”

Each morning, i receive the buzz on my watch when Miss was getting out of bed. i scurried up the two flights of stairs, the one from my subbasement room and the grand staircase to Her bathroom to take my place as She urinated and tissued Her dry with my tongue. Each night, i followed Her up two minutes after Her wine to take my place as Her toilet, often having to wait for Her to undress. my tummy would expand with each urination only to have my own need to pee grow day by day.

The night before the butt implants, Miss Amberle flogged my back but not my butt. She drew blood a few times as i cried into the pillow. She knew my back would be red and marked as Dr Wales performed the procedure to make me more fully a woman. And it made Her wet knowing this. my back and shoulders ached when i arrived by Uber at Dr Wales office. Cheryl noted my markings but did not say a word as i undressed. Only speaking when reminding me to remove the cock ring. Once more, wheeled into the operating suite and gassed into dreamland. This time i was on my breasts and belly, my reddened and marked back uncovered along with my ass. i would never know it, but Dr Wales ran her gloved hands over my back to feel the welts that remained prior to beginning the procedure.

Much like the ultimate intention for my breasts, Miss Amberle and Dr Wales and decided on the largest butt implants they could insert. Mine would not be the sexy ass of a caucasian woman but the extremely large, thick, curvaceous ass as the most sexy African-American woman they had ever seen. my current skirts would all need to be given away and new ones purchased. it would even take me weeks to relearn how to walk in heels, having so much booty endowed to my ass. Dr Wales had an ambulance and an assistant take me home after recovery. i was asleep on my belly when Miss Amberle got home from work and admired Her artistry in the making.

Just as i felt i was feeling back to the new normal, it was two weeks and time for my breast augmentation procedure. Dr Wales had me come in the day prior to examine the butt implants and make sure i was healthy enough for another procedure. Cheryl did her thing and said all checked out. Dr Wales had me stand still dressed and admired the shape of my ass, running her hand over it as a lecherous boss would do. My cheeks stuck way out in the back and the skirt was tight over them. In fact, my ass now pulled so much on my cheeks that my bulge no longer showed under my skirt.

i drank from Miss Amberle, tissued Her dry and then got dressed to go to my appointment with Dr Wales. As my body developed in Her image, She would have women back to the house on many weekends. Sometimes She would have me watch, sometimes not. Sometimes i would greet them, sometimes She would have me in my quarters so they did not see. And by now, i had learned to love the taste of Her urine.

Double D cups. I woke in recovery to have my breasts now be 36DD. Dr Wales had also shot up each nipple with botox to keep it permanently firm and fat. Well, permanent until my next shot was needed. my five foot six inch frame was now distorted beyond anything i could imagine. my breasts pointing forward, my enormous ass shimmying backwards and nothing but three inch heels in my closet only accentuating every movement.

End of seven months … laser treatments and hair dye, manicure and pedicure. Rachel, the closest person to normal i interact with, could barely conceal her thoughts at my transformed ass and breasts. Both so huge now, absurdly huge but in the vision of my Miss Amberle. She trimmed my hair, keeping it just four inches from my waistline and dying it jet black even if it didn’t need it.

The end of eight months and Miss Amberle gave me a present. A collar of silver that fit tightly about my neck, inlaid with rhinestones that spell ’s-l-a-v-e’, a small ring in the back. “Only two people will have the key - Me and Dr Wales,” She said as it slipped under my hair and around my neck with a click of the lock. i was nude as i stood in the middle of the living room. She slowly walked about me. Admiring, Her eyes moved to all the enhancements - my tattooed eyebrows, smooth face, 36DD breasts, tight tummy, ass that now measures 40 and firm calves from eight months of wearing heels. And my soft, chubby penis. “I want nothing but a purely seductive feminine form on you but the cock shall remain.” Then She led me up to Her bedroom and beat me with a whip until i wet myself on Her bed and cried like a baby. She promptly had me make the bed with clean sheets even as my back ached from the pain.

i awoke the next morning to the vibration on my wrist, my body curled in a ball on the floor at the end of Her bed. my body ached from the beating and the cold tile floor. it was a Saturday, the first day of my next step in learning what a toilet slave truly means to be. In the past couple weeks, Miss Amberle had had me purchase nutritional supplements, both liquid and powder variety and just told me to stock it in the pantry with no further explanation. The first day of month nine and Miss Amberle was still in bed but waking me up for the morning ritual. i began to crawl to take my position at the toilet when She saw movement and told me to stop. “Not this morning, slave. It’s a new month. Go down to the garage and in the white cabinet is a wooden box with your name on it. Bring it back upstairs and be quick.”

I got to my feet, my back ached from the beating and body stiff from sleeping on the cold tile. my breasts bounced, my ass swayed even without effort, i tried to roll my neck but the tight collar prevented much movement as i descended the stairs and went into the garage. When i opened the cabinet and saw ‘slave’ affixed to a wooden box, my body recoiled. The moment i somehow knew would arrived - had. i took the wooden box and carried it back upstairs. Miss was on Her phone, checking something but i was sure really just waiting for me. “Next to the toilet, see if you can figure it out, slave.” i set it down and looked at it once more but i was smart enough to understand, to know just what was expected. Her toilet. i got down on hands and knees the rolled onto my back and pushed my head into the box. A hole was cut in a shape that nearly perfectly fit the shape of my face.

Miss Amberle, nude, five foot-seven inches and a jiggly 150 pounds shuffled into the bathroom and smiled when she saw i had figured it out without instruction. My 36DD tits were perky on my chest, botox nipples firm and my soft penis pushed forward by the ever-present cock ring. “I will take this slow with you, slave. I can be cruel but I can also be caring and I know this is not anything you’ve ever experienced.” She sat down and put Her feet on either side of my breasts. Her pussy and asshole covering my face as Her cheeks mashed down on the wooden box lid. “Now stick out your tongue,” and before i had barely done so, Her bladder gushed between Her thighs and flooded my mouth with urine. i coughed and gagged and swallowed as much as possible. She bent over and pulled on my firm nipples until i cried out then She released.

“slave, you do know what happens next … I will control Myself as you discover the pleasure, learn to love the taste and texture as you become My full fledged toilet slave.” all i could see was darkness above me as Her ass and cunt covered the hole and blocked out all but the sound of Her voice. “now open your mouth, slave.” i did as told and in a moment, the smell of Her feces was all i could smell. and then the chocolate nugget hit my lips and slipped against my tongue as She pinched it off. “I suggest you chew”

i was doing all that i could do to not wretch, to not choke as i slowly began chewing the soft nugget. i mashed it with my molars then swallowed hard. She stood up and moved to the toilet and shit in the bowl, thankfully as She looked at me and i could see her through the hole in the box. “Each day, we will exchange more until you are the only toilet i need in the house.” She reached behind Her and took a sheet of paper from the shelf and lay it on my tummy. “This might make you feel a little better about yourself, slave.”

Miss Amberle stepped into the shower and i extricated myself from the box. i picked up the paper and moved to my room. Looking at the bank statement, it said $24,000 after just eight months. And then i tasted Her shit as it tried to come back up from my tummy. The weekend was spent in bed and the bathroom and outdoors. Miss Amberle and her cunt and asshole feeling the texture of my tongue licking and lapping at the holes. Sometimes it was for Her physical pleasure and sometimes it was for the toilet. Her hands roamed over my body and felt my enhancements always ignoring my penis as She said She would.

By Monday morning, i was at the toilet licking Her cunt dry after pissing then getting into the box and eating three nuggets. She had explained over the weekend that the supplements were for me - to augment my new diet of Her feces. i should read the instructions on the liquid and the powder and speak up if i don’t feel like i’m getting enough to stay strong. And She assured me that Cheryl and Dr Wales would let Her know if they had concerns.

The first few shopping trips to the store with the visible collar were embarrassing especially with the sixty something woman taking my payment staring and shaking her head. Like everything else i learned to overcome and endure it for the rewards i was receiving from my Miss.

Miss Amberle even began taking me out with Her on occasion, whether it be a shopping trip or to have lunch on the weekend. I was always dressed like a lady with my big breasts and bigger ass and She would hold my hand as if a couple. When it was lunch, i would bring my powder supplements and merely ask for a milk. It would sometimes create looks as Miss would gorge on large meals and i would just drink the milk, but i’d just politely tell them it was my diet. One afternoon, i accompanied Miss to a speciality boutique where the owner closed the store while we shopped. The owner was a stern looking woman of sixty-five with jet black hair like ours, but pulled into a tight bun. Miss instructed me to remove my dress and to sit there naked except for my mid-calf three-inch heels as She tried on lingerie made of leather and latex and steel.

The owner looked at me as i stripped then barely gave notice again, showering attentions on my Miss. An hour later and two thousand dollars worth of lingerie purchased, Miss Amberle allowed me to get dressed. After we had left, she informed me the store owner had been Her mentor and that She was proud of me for how i had behaved. My reward? She took me home and beat me then gave me a mouthful of lunch.

The last day of the ninth month was a busy day. i met Rachel and she touched up my black hair. i visited the Chinese lady and one of her young lady’s painted my toes and fingers. my last stop in the city was Dr Wales office for a checkup. Cheryl noted that i had gained a couple pounds then told me to strip. Dr Wales walked in to find me standing nude with my reflection in the full length mirror. She clapped her hands together “outstanding! you are some of my finest work!” She moved to me and poked, prodded and lifted my breasts admiring the healing. Her hands went to my ass implants and she smiled at the healing. “Cheryl tells me you’ve gained a couple pounds and Amberle informs me of the change in your diet …” my face flushed bright red that she knew i was Miss’ toilet now. “The supplements are important for you to receive the proper nutrients - I will give you a prescription for a couple more vitamins and minerals I’d like you to take daily.” She patted the chair and I hopped up and put my feet in the stirrups as was a now routine. Four fingers in the latex glove had me moaning. She lubed them up, pointed her fingers together then just pushed and shoved until four fingers were in my asshole. When she rubbed my prostate, my penis barely moved and Cheryl made note. Apparently my will for erection had disappeared. Before I climbed off the chair, one botox shot in each nipple to freshen it up.

Months ten and eleven became routine for me and Miss Amberle. i was now her full-time toilet slut at home. She was very regular in the mornings. i would service Her then drink my 16 ounces of milk with supplements and the nightly prescriptions subscribed by Dr Wales. Miss Amberle would have visitors and one night She even allowed me to service one young woman with my mouth while She beat my back and thighs. Early in the eleventh month, i was surprised to answer the door and find Dr Wales and Cheryl standing on the porch. Miss Amberle had invited them without telling me. After making sure they had refreshments on the patio, i caught Miss’ signal and slipped to my room only to return wearing only heels. My breasts bouncing, my big ass swaying and my soft chubby bulged between my thighs.

i grilled steaks and vegetables. i was allowed to sit at the table with them while they ate as i drank my supplemented milk. Early in the afternoon, Dr Wales said she needed to use the restroom. Miss Amberle smiled and said i would show the way. i led my Doctor through the living room to the guest bathroom then stood as she walked past not knowing if … then she said to join her and close the door. i immediately got on the floor as she lowered her slacks and bared her incredibly hairy cunt. She sat on the toilet and i got between her thighs and pressed my mouth to hairy labia. Dr Wales let go and pissed hot urine down my throat before i licked her clean and stood up, saying ‘thank you’. Dr Wales whispered in Miss Amberle’s ear and the smile on Her face told me i did well.

I spent the afternoon and evening nude with these three very different, very attractive in their own ways women. My enhanced breasts and ass always on display and seemingly always being touched by one of our guests. By the time i was serving after dinner drinks, each woman was nearly nude or in Cheryl’s case, completely nude. Her small asian tits and dark pubic mound was something to see. Miss motioned me over and whispered in my ear for me to show Cheryl to Her bedroom.

I took Cheryl’s hand and led her upstairs. Once there, she instinctively climbed on the bed with head between her shoulders, resting on elbows and knees. I was allowed to stay and watch as first Dr Wales then Miss Amberle flogged and whipped the helpless girl. They rammed a vibrating wand between her legs until she came all over the sheets. Then Dr Wales got on the bed and Miss flogged her but not with the same ferocity as they had Cheryl. The whole time, i sat and watched, playing with my nipples.

Around one in the morning, Cheryl and Dr Wales left the estate. For the first time, Miss Amberle attached a leash to the collar and took me outside. “Squat. Piss and Shit.” The urination came easily but the bowel movement took a bit longer as my body strained while squatting and being watched. Finally my anus opened up and i shit in the yard. “Tomorrow you will clean up after yourself, slave,” and with a jerk of the chain She led me upstairs. i was allowed to lap Her cunt and clitoris until She soaked my face in Her orgasm. i lapped and swallowed and thanked Her for the privilege.

Five days before the end of month eleven and i was on the gurney once more. The 36DD’s removed and replaced as 36G. my tits are enormous and Miss Amberle was beside Herself with joy! Walking once more is challenging. When i would go out to shop or run errands for Miss, people stared. There was nothing i could wear to conceal and Miss Amberle made sure there was nothing in my bureau that would. When i visited Rachel for my monthly hair appointment, she stopped in her tracks greeting me as she realized how enormous my breasts had become in eleven months. The botox-injected nipples firm through the blouse, her arm brushed more than once as she washed then applied dye wear necessary to keep my hair jet black. She did her best to hug me as i left.

Eleven months, three weeks and Miss Amberle has another surprise for me. This one was at Dr Wales office. She actually accompanied me on this visit which surprised me quite a bit. Cheryl smiled at me, both from having been laid bare in my presence and in knowing why i was visiting today. All my vitals checked out fine. my weight had now stabilized between the enhancements and the new diet. Dr Wales entered and hugged Miss. I was nude and about to hop in the chair when Dr Wales leaned in and whispered in Miss’ ear. A smile and a nod. Dr Wales told Cheryl to hand me a gown. Down the hallway we went together, just the two of us. An empty exam room and she pushed me to my knees while untying the gown and letting it fall to the floor. Dr Wales urinated in my mouth. She urinated as if it had been a week since she had. my tummy extended with her urine, my nose and lips licked her hairy cunt. She took my hand and walked me naked down the hallway and back to our room. Even Cheryl blushed knowing what had happened.

On the chair i hopped, legs in the stirrups. Miss Amberle slipped on the glove - her whole hand with lube as She forced Her fist into my asshole as i cried out. She worked three then four then the fist and my asshole opened around Her hand and took Her. She leaned forward and spoke softly, “I have a one-year Anniversary present for my toilet slave,” Her fist still buried in my asshole. “Dr Wales is going to insert a catheter into your urethra. It will have a small valve creating a spigot so I can control when you pee.” i shifted in the chair, Her hand uncomfortably inside me as She spoke so quietly, so matter-of-factly. “The modifications are almost complete, My beautiful toilet slave”

With latex gloves on, Dr Wales inserted the catheter into my urethra with a short length of tube extended. The small spigot in place just beyond the slit of my penis head. She made a few stitches to secure it. Normally that would have hurt like hell but Miss’ hand in my asshole had me quite distracted. Miss Amberle withdrew Her fist and my asshole gaped as both She and Dr Wales took notice. While still sitting in the chair with legs in stirrups, a dribble of urine passed through the open spigot and splashed on the seat. “Do be a dear and clean up after yourself, slave”

i ultimately dressed, tight blouse and tight skirt and three-inch heels … “Happy Anniversary, you two” Dr Wales wished us as we left, but not before turning the spigot closed. The next week was a constant source of frustration as Miss took great delight in making my bladder nearly explode before allowing me to urinate. She would always take me outside and force me to squat before opening the valve and my urine rushing onto the ground.

Our Anniversary Dinner and the evening after detailed before i asked the question … if you wanted to know how i got here … and if you are still listening to my tale then …

my spigot left open, She had allowed me to sleep in Her bed last night. She wakes just before six with the sheets wet from my urine … “slave, wake up, box” i roll over and groan softly before spilling out of the wet sheets and lay on the cold tile floor with my head in the box. She mounts my face and pisses what seems a quart, from last night and then the red meat dinner … my mouth barely swallowing Her piss when a thick, long log of Her feces slips from Her anus and fills my mouth. She stands as i continue to mash and chew, nearly oblivious She is no longer sitting on my face. Slowly the log disappears and i swallow it all, my place. as my open spigot flows and i quickly realize i will be mopping the bathroom tile with my tongue this morning.

the tile floors .. .if i had wondered when i first entered Her home twelve months ago, i no longer wonder why the whole house is tile. i am allowed to mop every room but Her bathroom. In Her bathroom, i’m only allowed to use my tongue. Later in the morning, a Monday, Miss informs me we will have a visitor in the late afternoon. i’m to be wearing only my collar and knee-high, four-inch heeled boots when i open the door. This is a change from normal protocol so i’m curious about who it might be. Miss is not home from work when the doorbell rings. It is the boutique shopkeeper, my Miss Amberle’s mentor standing all in black. Of course, i quickly invite her inside as i see her study the changes since she last saw me. i offer her a wine or an alcoholic beverage while she waits for Miss to return home. “Where is your box, slave?” The tone harsh, strict, unyielding. i begin to stutter and she slaps my face hard with open hand and i somehow manage to tell Her it is upstairs. “Fetch it. I will be in the yard.”

i run as quickly as i can in four-inch heels and fetch the box and return downstairs quickly. i nearly stumble in the kitchen as i see Her standing on the patio with Her leather pants around Her ankles. Her cunt is neatly trimmed with grey hair, the contrast to Her jet black. i set the box down at her feet and get on the patio, scratching my back as i put my head in the box for Her. She puts the heels of Her boots on my belly and squats on my face. Her cunt smells ripe as if having worn these leather pants for three days with no underwear then i see the puckered hole open and Her sphincter let loose. A shit log as a way of saying hello into my mouth. She quickly stands without wiping, pulls up Her leather pants as the log still protrudes my mouth. “A Scotch, neat. Now” i scramble from the box still chewing and mashing as i move to the bar and pour the drink. my lips still painted brown as i deliver the Scotch just as i hear my Miss Amberle walking in from the garage.

Two months later, fourteen months since the interview and Miss Amberle has one more modification to make. Nude, the gurney and Dr Wales surgical suite is once again humming with activity. This time, Miss Amberle has scrubbed in and gowned up to watch the procedure. Sleepy time goes slave, the collar around my neck, the ever-present cock ring now slightly smaller in diameter around my junk and my spigot closed. Lying on my back, my head supported as my 36G enhanced breasts will not allow my face to lie flat. my 40 inch ass upright, Dr Wales pulls open my anal ring with forceps and makes an incision around the entire hole. The anus stretched, Dr Wales inserts a retainer to keep me fully gaped at all time. The hard retainer roughly the width of a fifty-cent piece will make it so i am not able to control the release of my feces. Dr Wales sutures to secure the ring until the skin can heal. i am now the most enhanced human being in her career.

Cheryl swaths my bottom in an adult diaper for the car ride home. Miss Amberle is aware it will be part of my ’costume’ whenever i leave the house now but an accommodation She is willing to make. Just before the procedure, She showed me an account statement in excess of $45,000 with earnings knowing this would be a difficult adjustment. Once home, She puts me to bed as the anesthesia wears off. I wake to find the diaper snug about my body. The early evening, Miss was kind enough to order delivery for Herself. She comes to my room and finds me awake and lying on my back. “it’s done?” i ask with parched lips. She kindly tips a glass of ice water and allows me to drink slowly, nodding that it is done.

“Let’s have a look, shall we?” asking as Her hands pull on the tabs of the adult diaper to free my groin. i have been closed all day and my bladder aches for release. She rolls me over and audibly gasps at my gape! “It’s beautiful, toilet.” Unsteady, She helps me to sit up then to stand up and walks me to the full length mirror so i can see. i can barely see it, my enhanced ass so big that only a shadow is visible. “you are now gaped all the time … not able to control the release of your feces just like a wild animal … letting them fall wherever you may walk round the house my darling, toilet.”

Miss Amberle finds a pair of only two-inch heels and slips them on my otherwise nude body then helps me upstairs. Once on the main floor, the spigot is opened and my urine runs free all over the tile floor. Miss claps happily like an excited school girl at my free flowing urine as She helps me to the kitchen. “I have made you dinner, my dear,” as i look down and see the dog bowl with her shit and piss. i get to my hands and knees, my huge tits now drag on the tile, my big ass upright as i press my face to the bowl and begin to eat. i no longer wretch or even smell the stench most days, i am accustomed. And as I eat Her shit, my own little marbles like those of a rabbit, spill from my gaped asshole between my feet without me even knowing i am shitting myself.

That was nearly six years ago and now we celebrate Seven Years together … a world unknown by most, a world enjoyed by the few …

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