The Dark Life of Being Reduced to a Human Toilet

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Everything was ready. I stood in front of the apartment, carrying two bags. Everything was gone; all my
possessions had been sold. The money was in one bag, and in the other were
some documents and a few tools I needed. I said goodbye to my old life and set
off . My car was sold, so I couldn't take the train.

I could still enjoy a few hours of human life and consider whether my decision was
worthwhile . To be honest, it was mostly my idea. But her readily agreed attitude solidified
my resolve. After all, sacrificing myself for her was commendable, especially since my idea had thrilled her
.

Eight hours later, I arrived in her city. I took a bus and
got off at a stop a few blocks from her house. Then I walked to her house. I tried to avoid being
seen . The weather was clear that day.

You might ask, why did I try to avoid being seen? Well, we had planned for me
to disappear so that I could be completely hers—completely, literally.
To make this plan work, I had to "disappear." I sent the relocation notice to
the utility company and my resignation letter to my employer, without including a return address. I
sold all my belongings for 200,000 yuan, all of which I would give to her.

Standing at her door, I trembled with excitement. I knocked a few times as she instructed, and she
immediately opened the door to let me in.

"Hey, you're even more handsome than in the photos," she said, looking me up and down.
"I'm so glad. The more handsome you are, the more I'll enjoy using you." She
smiled at me, and I was instantly captivated.

I put down my bag and knelt on the floor. I didn't know what to do. The warm atmosphere,
the hardwood floors, and the tasteful decor immediately mesmerized me. A fragrance of flowers wafted in,
but I couldn't identify them.

"Come with me!" she said, picking up her bag and heading towards the living room. I followed her, crawling into the living room,
still kneeling. She plopped down in a chair and opened her bag to check its contents. She set
aside the bag containing the money without even glancing at or counting it. Then I opened the letter I had written the
night and read it carefully. It was actually a suicide note.
Honestly, I was terrified of writing something like that. But I had to write it, mainly to protect her. If
anything happened to me, I didn't want her to be in legal trouble.

She put the note aside, put her tools in her bag, and turned to me, saying, "The materials you
need are in the bathroom. I won't bother you until you're finished. I want
it done before dawn. Until then, you're not allowed to eat, rest, or even relax. Understand
?"

"I understand!" I replied, a deep urge to call her Queen welling up inside me, but I felt
it inappropriate, since she had never instructed me to do so.

"Okay, put your tools away and come with me!" she said, standing up from her chair and walking out of the living room,
down a carpeted hallway and a staircase, into the bathroom. Needless to say, I
crawled after her the whole way. The bathroom walls were painted a yellowish-white with creamy-white
trim. The white sink and bathtub gleamed. There was a toilet in the bathroom, but
it was about to be removed. My tools and materials were piled on the floor: power
tools, lumber, nails, six bags of plaster, and a commode chair for queens.

She left without a word, and I immediately began work. The blueprints were my design and her approval
. She even complimented me, saying the blueprints were so exquisite and must have taken a lot of effort; I smiled.

My first task was to remove the toilet, which involved cutting the pipes and removing the base. Then
I started drilling holes in the wall. The other side of the wall was the closet in the mistress's bedroom; the wall wasn't thick,
making the work easy. After these two tasks, I cleared away the construction debris and then
built a wooden crate. The crate should be large enough for me to lie flat and crawl inside, with little space left
over . But that didn't matter to me, as my body would be
secured. Once the crate was finished, I embedded slats into it to create a "shelf" for me to lie on,
spaced one foot apart for maximum support. Then I used screws to
secure several rings to the box wall and drilled several holes in different parts of the wooden box. I pushed the wooden box into the hole
in the wall and found that the box and the hole fit perfectly, which pleased me. After the wooden box was pushed to the end of the closet, it protruded about a foot from
the bathroom wall. I painted the protruding part with the same
paint as the bathroom wall.

Next was to build the head of the wooden box. I used a queen's training commode chair. This commode chair could
lock the male slave's head under the seat to make a human toilet for the queens to use. I used
epoxy resin to glue a rubber funnel to the lower edge of the seat opening, and then
glued the lower end of the funnel to an open rubber head cover. After the adhesive dried, it would form a permanent
sealing system.

Finally, I used a large basin to mix plaster powder into a paste. I went downstairs to the living room and crawled
to her. She was watching TV and eating something else. I was starving, but watching her
small mouth chewing excited me so much that I forgot my hunger.

"I'm done!" I said to her.

“Great!” she exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa. She headed straight
for the bathroom downstairs, and I crawled after her. She gave
my handiwork a quick overview, then examined it closely.

“Very beautiful,” she complimented, and I felt a warm glow inside.

She turned and stared at me for a long time before saying, “Stand up and take off your
clothes !” I immediately stood up and began to unbutton my clothes, folding them neatly
on the floor. As she watched me undress, she said, “I’m giving you one last
chance . You can put your clothes back on and leave now. I’ll give you back your money. You can regain
your freedom… and become a new person. Don’t feel embarrassed; I won’t
look down on . I will be disappointed, but I will overcome it.” She smiled,
adding, “If you really want to do this, I mean, if you truly want to do this, you have no
way out. Once you agree, you become an object I can dispose of as I please—you know perfectly well…”
"I know how I want to use you. No matter how much you beg or cry for help, I won't let
you go. I will possess you, your body, your soul, and without a doubt, you
will die here. You will spend the rest of your life here. Once you agree, you will
no longer be a person to me. You will become my property, my tool." She stared intently at me
as , and I looked back at her.

I had reached a crucial moment in my life. I was about to give up my past life, my
dignity and freedom, to become a woman's toilet—truly give it up, permanently. This was not
a joke , not a game.

"This is exactly what I've been asking for!" I said, trying to sound firm, suppressing my inner turmoil.

"Well said!" She smiled contentedly. "Then, lie down!"

The first thing she did was insert a catheter into my urethra, the second was insert
a catheter into my penis. My penis suddenly sprang to life.

"Alright, now stand up!" "She commanded. I carefully stood up, and she led me out of
the bathroom and into her bedroom. My bare feet
felt warm and soft on the bedroom carpet, and I could smell a faint floral perfume. We went into the closet and stood beside the wooden crate
.

"Climb in!" "She said roughly. I obeyed her orders, carefully crawling into the wooden crate and
lying down on the shelf, then sticking my head out of the hole at the top of the crate and into the commode
seat fixed to the other end. She immediately closed the two collar components, securing my head in the commode seat
. Then she put metal handcuffs on my wrists and ankles, and then fastened them to
hooks inside the crate. Two tubes passed through their respective holes and connected to the urine bag. She stepped back
two steps , looking with satisfaction at the soon-to-be-completed human toilet.

Next, she poured plaster into the gaps in the crate. The plaster felt cold when it was poured on me
. Later, as the plaster slowly hardened, it felt itchy. After filling the gaps in the crate,
she put on the cover and skillfully hammered in the nails. Then she closed the closet door and returned to the bathroom.

Now she was going to do the most difficult thing." Her job was to put the hood over my head. Because
the opening of the hood was very small, she had to strain to widen it so that it would fit my head. It took her a lot of effort to
finally get it on. Then she placed the toilet seat on top of the hood and locked it in place. I heard
a "click," and a feeling of "final judgment" washed over me, and I couldn't help but feel afraid.

She closed the toilet seat, and everything went dark. I was unbearably itchy all over, but I couldn't
scratch it , not only could I not scratch it, but I couldn't even move my body. I had a strong urge to
move, and my mind was on the verge of collapse. Just then, it suddenly became light, and her beautiful face was reflected in the
oval toilet bowl.

She looked down at my face, which was fixed to the bottom of the toilet, with great interest, and then reached in to put sealant
into the joint between my skin and the toilet bowl.

"Okay, the toilet won't leak anymore." She smiled as she looked down at me. "
How do ?" she asked, blinking.

"A little uncomfortable." "I answered truthfully.

She pondered for a moment, then smiled again and said, 'It'll be alright in a little while!'

'This is the last time you'll speak to anyone,' she said seriously, her smile fading. 'You
may never see a woman's face again. I will never speak to you again, and I will never
treat you as a living person. You have become a toilet… my human toilet. You are no
more noble than an ordinary toilet, not at all. You can no longer move, walk, or see
anything except the oval toilet bowl opening—and of course, a woman's buttocks, my
buttocks. Didn't you come for my buttocks? You have the privilege of admiring my buttocks
.' She smiled mockingly. Suddenly, her face turned serious: 'You are not allowed
to speak . If you open your mouth again, I will fill the toilet with water and drown you. I hope you won't force me
to do such a thing.' As she spoke, she stood up, kissed her palm, and then placed
that palm on my lips.

'Ah, before I forget you… thank you!'" She smiled sweetly, closed
the toilet lid, and walked out.

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