Miss Fang Mei's Toilet Slave

I guess all the trouble started from there. Following her instructions, I kissed her buttocks—or rather,
her anus—and she made me open my mouth, then farted into it. It seemed to be the longest, loudest
, and smelliest fart I'd ever heard, and unfortunately, my mouth was completely stuffed. As I choked, she stood up laughing.
"Hey, what are you trying to do?" I shouted angrily.
"I can do whatever I want!" she mocked arrogantly, looking down at me with a smug smile.
"Remember, this is an agreement. You lost, so you have to listen to me!" Her smile widened. I have to
admit she was absolutely stunning standing in front of me. A perfect buttocks, bright eyes, beautiful lips, and neat,
white teeth made her look like a model. Just a slightly different feeling.
"How does it taste?" she asked mockingly, "Tell me while you're kissing my anus…" You
must be wondering why I'm so unlucky. It's all because of Monopoly! Don't believe me? Okay, let me
start from the beginning. Fang Mei and I met at the start of the new school year. I was a sophomore, and she was a freshman. The new dormitory building had just been completed
; the east side was for girls, and the west side was for boys. Everyone used the same main entrance.
My first reaction upon seeing her was the same as any normal man's: I was stunned. She was incredibly beautiful. I had
never seen such an alluring figure, and with such a beautiful face. Long black hair, sparkling black eyes, she seemed
otherworldly. This stunning beauty made people feel she was unattainable. People usually wouldn't be annoyed by such a beautiful
, cute freshman girl, even if she sprayed you with a water gun. But when she sprayed me, I snatched it back and
retaliated quite rudely. Like a wrestling game, we struggled and fought, and although we were soaked, we
became good friends. That autumn passed quickly. Fang Mei often came to my dormitory to play, occasionally doing
pranks like stealing my textbooks or love letters.
Despite her striking beauty, I never harbored any frivolous thoughts towards her. Of course, I had many opportunities to
act on them. She wouldn't have done so if she didn't like me, but she also didn't encourage or hint at
anything. Once, I went to visit her, and we chatted until late at night. She told me not to leave and to sleep at her place.
We squeezed into one bed. I couldn't sleep that night; my lower body remained erect. I thought if she knew
all this, she would definitely ignore me. We both had our own partners and never thought about dating. After autumn,
final exams approached, and we became good friends. The new semester began in the warm spring season.
I received a letter from my girlfriend saying she had started dating someone from her school. Like flowers blooming in spring
, this ending was inevitable; I had already anticipated it. I knew I wasn't someone who would fall madly in love, but we had been together for
over two years, which made me very depressed. A few days later, Fang Mei's love story also came to an end.
We both became single, and some people speculated that we were dating. Nothing really happened, but we
've been enjoying discussing sex more and more, or rather, flirting. Mother's Day is approaching, and
most people in the dorm have gone home. This weekend feels rather quiet. It rained all day, and although it's May, it's still
quite chilly. Fang Mei and I studied our lessons together to pass the time on this rainy Friday. The tedious biology
and art history subjects quickly made us dizzy, so we had to stop and find something else to do. Fang Mei rummaged through my
closet and found a set of Monopoly. She was overjoyed, "Wow, I've never played this before. Let's
play this!" "Okay, but you'd better be prepared for me to kick your butt." We set up the board, arranged the chips
, and I wanted to see how well Fang Mei played. But I quickly realized she was a complete novice, with absolutely no
strategy. It was already 3 a.m., and she had lost five games in total. Before leaving, she agreed to play again the next day.
It was already noon when I got up. After a short rest, Fang Mei begged me to play chess with her again. We started playing again, and I began
teaching her some techniques and strategies. She was very clever and quickly learned them fairly well. As she became more proficient
, she started talking about trivial things. By dinnertime, she had lost three more games.
After dinner, I won one more game, and I felt really tired. Fang Mei sat on the edge of my bed, looking radiant
, wearing sweat-soaked underpants and a flannel shirt, her long black hair falling to her shoulders. I had never seen her so
beautiful. Actually, she wasn't wearing a bra at all; I think she deliberately showed off. Suddenly, she lifted her shirt,
revealing her breasts, and laughed, "I'm not wearing any underwear, boy." "Ah! Put it down quickly, Fang Mei. Next time ,
give me a hint first, or I won't be able to handle it." I laughed, placing my hand on my heart as if I had been struck a violent
blow.
She glanced at me with a smile, then twisted her collar and lifted it again. We couldn't help but burst into laughter. I really like
this girl; she's so cool.
"Hey, do you really think you can handle this?" "I told you to watch your backside, but you wouldn't listen.
" A flash of anger crossed her face. "Fine, I want to get kicked a few more times. Let's make a bet, the last one
.
" "You're prepared to lose for the ninth time?" "Yes, I mean we'll bet you won't win the tenth time." "
Okay, how?" "I want someone to kiss my backside," she said. "The loser has to do everything for the winner
. I mean everything!" "Everything?" I was full of doubt, almost unable to believe my ears. "Whatever? What
if I have to take my clothes off?" "I will," she interrupted me, "even if it means having sex with you, I won't
back down.
" "Good heavens, I'll teach you a lesson, Fang Mei." "No, Wang Li." She said calmly, as she rearranged the chessboard
, as if speaking to herself: "You will kiss my backside." Her face was ashen, and I
felt a shiver run down my spine. To cover my embarrassment, I asked again, "Whatever I want to do?" Of course,
I already said if I won, I could have sex with her. What else could I do? I couldn't think of anything.
"You can make me do anything. For 24 hours, from midnight tonight to midnight tomorrow." "Does that
include me doing chores, helping me with my art history homework?" "If that's all you can imagine, fine,
whatever." It seemed she didn't like me doing these things, but if she won, what would she make me do?
Once everything was ready, we started playing chess. I felt a little nervous, and perhaps because of this, I talked nonsense while playing.
The game went on and on. I tried to get her out of the game, telling her all sorts of things I'd make her do if I won. But she just kept
replying that I couldn't win and couldn't guess what she wanted me to do. She was incredibly calm, a completely different
person from during the day. This was a real opponent. The situation was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and although victory was far off, I had
clearly gained the upper hand. I was curious about what she would make me do if she won, and I even held back to avoid getting her out
. She never gave up on accepting my generosity.
The game continued, and something interesting happened. She stopped attacking my territory, even though she only had a few small
plots. I bought her largest plot, but it also exhausted all my cash. I used my exchange card to try
and get some cash from her using Nanjing Road as a temporary measure, but she made me a very harsh condition. I was forced to sell
all my hotels and nearly half of my properties.
This gamble had become a life-or-death battle. I struggled and couldn't turn the tide. She learned a lot from her defeat
. The final showdown lasted only half an hour. I don't understand why she's so heartless; perhaps
she knows she has no way out.
The time to pay the price has come. It's a quarter to twelve, and Fang Mei is still immersed in joy, while I anxiously
try to figure out what she's thinking. "I absolutely will not clean your room," I instinctively say to protect myself. "
Don't worry, Wang Li. This is definitely not what I want." The conversation continued until the quartz clock struck twelve. "
Hehe, look at the clock, I think it's time." "Okay, okay." I was really nervous. "
What do you want me to do?" "Ha, first you have to change your tone," she said, "speak to me politely. - The utmost
respect! I am the victor, and you are just a loser." She smiled sweetly. "I want you to get out
of bed right now." "This is my bed, I'm not getting up!" "Ha, you will get up." She added, "unless
you intend to break our agreement. If you break it, I'm telling you, Wang Li, I will never speak to you again.
" This time, there was no smile on her face.
"Hey, are you serious?" I said. But she remained icy. I quietly got out of my bed.
"That's right," she said, "you beat me nine times, and then you made a bet with me. For the next 24 hours,
I can ask you to do anything, understand?" "Yes," I replied. I felt a strange sense of submission,
as if I had given her everything.
"Okay, kneel down." She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling and swinging. I knelt before her.
"Now, bring your face close and kiss my feet." I leaned in and kissed one of her toes. She was wearing
nylon stockings, and the stench emanating from them, mixed with the deep humiliation I felt, sent shivers down my spine, producing a
reaction I had never imagined. I had a strong, prolonged, and explosive erection.
"These aren't my feet," she whispered reproachfully.
I took off her stockings and gently kissed her big toe. My genitals swelled. "Keep kissing,"
she urged, seeing me stop. I don't know if she noticed the trembling, but I kissed her toes again and again. I
found myself unconsciously smelling her foot odor. I was completely aroused; I discovered my deep-seated foot fetish
, or something else entirely.
"That's right," she said, "the loser should kneel and kiss the winner's feet." Fang Mei lifted her foot and
stuffed her toes into my nose. "Smell my feet, my defeated opponent, kiss the soles of my feet." I did as she said,
kneeling on the wooden floor for a while, my knees starting to ache. Her feet were indeed very smelly; I figured she hadn't washed them today.
I looked up at her. Our eyes met, and she laughed. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I haven't washed my feet
yet. It's so funny to put my feet on your face." She moved her foot slightly and pressed it against my lips. "You
know what," she teased, "I'll be very happy to see you humbly begging me to allow you to lick between my toes
." I was stunned, my eyes wide. She laughed. "Say: 'May I lick
the dirt from between your toes?' Because you're the winner and I'm the loser, licking the dirt from your toes is my greatest honor." I repeated
what she had taught me, but her toes blocked my mouth, and I couldn't speak clearly. Fang Mei moved her foot away and asked, "
What's the last part?" "I'm a complete loser." She laughed and stretched her foot out again. "Yes, you are." I
began to lick her toes gently, while she leaned comfortably against my bed. The smell of her feet wasn't too bad, just
too strong. What truly shook me was the feeling of utter humiliation.
"I don't care now, but you never say a word to me or do anything that really hurt my confidence
. You make me feel like I'm worth looking at but not worth dating." I interrupted her: "I think it's because you're too good
-looking." "Wang Li, I mean—loser slave, shut up." We both found it somewhat ridiculous. She
continued: "You can go further, kiss my ass! But don't get any ideas. When you kiss me, you are
my slave. Everything you do is for me. Not for yourself. Kiss my feet, and tell me
how happy you are when you get permission to kiss my ass." I had never been so excited. This girl, whom I'd considered my
confidante for the past eight months, had a side I never dreamed of. It was astonishing! I kissed every inch of her feet,
then took off her other sock and treated it with the same care.
"Good little servant," she said, "but I haven't heard you thank me for this honor." "Thank
you for the gift, Master Fangmei!" I replied in a servile voice. "You'll be able to kiss my ass soon; I want to
know how you feel serving me." "I feel this is the greatest honor of my life, Mistress." "Here,
my ass, little servant." She turned and lay on my bed, "You don't deserve this, but I still
want you to kiss me." She wore sweat-soaked underpants that outlined her round, firm buttocks. I climbed onto the bed, knelt
between her legs, and lowered my head to kiss her right buttock. "Don't stop!" I kissed her left buttock as well. I
kissed her up, down, left, and right without stopping. The firm texture almost made me ejaculate. Then she arched her back, sticking her butt out, and pulled
off her underpants. I couldn't believe my luck; she was still wearing a flannel shirt and her underwear. "I thought
you weren't wearing any bra," I teased her. "You'll pay for this," she warned me. "Kiss my ass
, hurry up!" She lifted her buttocks even higher. "Let me see what kind of ass-licker you are. You little slave."
I didn't know what to do, so I just did as she said. I placed my hands on her buttocks and pressed my face between them
. Like her feet, her buttocks smelled terrible; she clearly hadn't showered that day. This made me subconsciously
want to push her away. "Smell it, smell my asshole! Loser!" I buried my nose in her butt crack and took a deep breath
. I could clearly smell the different odors of her genitals and her buttocks. Her labia were wet, and her anus was full of
filth and sweat. Inhaling her most private scent made me feel extremely degrading and vile. "How does it smell?
" she giggled, mocking me. "Does it smell, dirty?" I knew
she was dirty when she took off her underwear because of the strong odor. Suddenly, I remembered the physicochemical principles of how the nose works that we discussed in biology class:
the odor you smell is produced when tiny molecules of the substance diffuse into the air and enter the nostrils, stimulating the taste
cells and producing your perception of the odor. In other words, what I had just smelled was her feces! I inhaled it;
in fact, microscopically, her excrement was still in my nostrils. I wasn't completely stunned; instead, I felt a
strange lust.
She seemed to know what I was thinking. "Kiss my asshole." I paused. "I'm serious,
" she said, "kiss it like you absolutely love the smell." I felt like I was in a dream, one part of me not
wanting to do it, while another felt an inexplicable urge. I thought about the feces in her anus, about
pressing my lips to it, my lips smeared with a thin layer of her own excrement. I looked at her anus, warm, moist,
emitting a strong odor. Then I started to smell it, pressing my lips tightly against her anus, eagerly inhaling
.
I really loved the smell of her anus; I even thought how filthy it must be, probably more than just a little bit of excrement
.
"Open your mouth," she said, sitting on my face. My nose was buried deep in her butt crack, and the smell became
even worse. "Keep it open, don't move," she commanded. I was dizzy, and time seemed to slow down.
My open mouth sealed her anus. Then she farted. Long and loud, the damp, foul stench filling my
chest. In an instant, a feeling of utter humiliation forced me to back away. "Ah!" She laughed, pressing me back
down and telling me to kiss her buttocks while describing how good her farts smelled. But there was one thing I didn't understand: her
farts, to be honest, smelled like shit, yet I liked them!
Precisely because they resembled shit, I felt more degrading than ever before, which brought forth
something deep within me that I had never understood. I loved this feeling of being dominated, possessed, and humiliated by a beautiful woman. Perhaps it was because she was my best
friend that I trusted her so much. I told her her farts smelled wonderful, and that she could
fart in my mouth anytime. It sounded so degrading that we almost laughed. I began to taste her anus, telling her
I wanted to know what her dirty anus tasted like.
Her anus was somewhat bitter and a little salty. "Tell me exactly how much you like dirty assholes."
She chuckled when she said "dirty." "Honestly," I replied, trembling, "I don't think it's all dirty, to be precise
, it's like shit." "Are you tasting my shit?" she said, emphasizing each word, especially the last one, "shit."
“You know,” she said slowly, in the same tone, “I have a secret. I often fantasize about having a complete
slave. A servant who would do anything for me. I can abuse him as I please, and he will only obey my commands,
no matter how barbaric, how vile…” She smiled. “I’m not that kind of vixen. In my fantasy,
he should consciously humiliate himself. The more disgusting, the more he likes it. He must constantly degrade himself to elevate
me.
I never hit him or force him.” “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this. Nobody knows this. I once
wanted to tell my boyfriend, but you know what? I asked him to kiss my ass, and he refused. That’s
why we broke up.” We hit it off immediately. I don’t know why, but I really like it this way.
“Oh, right, I forgot to mention the ending of this fantasy. It always gets me excited…” she said. “
After several hours of humiliation, I got tired too. I squatted on the slave’s face…”
I encouraged her to continue. “Oh my god, saying this to someone,” she said, “well, I don’t know how to say it.
You see, he likes to debase himself for me. I looked down at him, and he opened his mouth.” She hesitated for a moment, then
blurted out, “He eats my shit.” I was stunned. She continued, “And after he’s done, he licks my ass
clean!” My mind went blank, and all I could do was frantically lick her ass and genitals. She quickly climaxed. I licked away
her saliva, and she smiled and said, “You’re a natural ass-licker!” After a short rest, she teased,
“But what if I really poop?
You wouldn’t let such a pretty girl like me actually put on clothes and go to the bathroom, would you? Would you serve me? Am
I worth it? Isn’t it your honor? Think about it…” Thinking about what might happen
, an indescribable heat swept through my body, and I couldn’t answer. She said almost shyly, “I’m
thinking about it now…” My brain raced, and I was at a crossroads! If I let this girl do that, everything would change
.
She suddenly tilted her head back. "You know what? I won the bet, didn't I? So, if I tell you to eat shit,
you have to!" Looking at the wild and wanton smile on her face, I completely submitted. She squatted down, and through her long
, flowing hair, I could see her beautiful shoulders and back. Her buttocks parted slightly, the tip of the shit peeking out, then quickly sliding
out.
The pervasive stench was incredibly arousing. She tightened her anus, letting the shit fall on my face. I forgot to open my mouth; the first
clump landed on my nose and lips. I heard her laugh and curse, "Eat it, eat my shit!" I opened my mouth and licked it
; the humiliation and degrading taste was far more terrifying than the excrement itself. She then produced a second clump, this time falling directly into
my mouth.
We chewed slowly. It was truly an unusual experience. I pondered all of this; this wasn't anyone's fantasy, I
was really eating Fang Mei's shit. I don't know how strong the smell of the shit was, but I ate it all. She made me wipe my face clean,
sat on my face, and told me to clean her anus with my tongue, mocking me, "Like this, lick
the ass of the person who shits in your mouth clean." I ejaculated violently inside my shorts. She also ejaculated, then turned back and told me to lick her clitoris.
Let her cum again. While I was licking, she urinated on my face and in my mouth. I became her complete slave. On
that very day, she urinated in my mouth five times and defecated twice.
Now Fang Mei is my full-time girlfriend, but it's a strange relationship, more like slavery than friendship
. She often makes me eat her shit, she enjoys it, and knows that no one but me would actually make her do it.
She likes to see me beg. When she needs to defecate, she takes off her underwear or petticoat, sits back on the sofa, and makes me
kneel in front of her, licking her feet over and over again, begging in the most servile voice to be her toilet. Once my self-degradation
satisfies her, she will lie down, spread her legs, and let me lick her genitals until she orgasms and cums in my
mouth.
Only then can I lick her anus. She says she especially likes to see me beg to eat her shit. She often says that having
someone lick your anus is very relaxing. When she farts into my mouth, she's about to come. She would always poop a little
on my tongue first, making me lick it off, like a dog. After I tasted the poop, I would cover her anus with my mouth and let
her poop directly into my mouth. Once my mouth was full, I would start eating. The stench of poop was unimaginable; sometimes I couldn't
swallow it before she pooped on my face, which she particularly enjoyed. A few times, I couldn't stand it anymore, and she
didn't poop for several days. When she suddenly did, the stench was bone-chilling. She was extremely excited watching me, but I never
really complained. When we were together, she never used the toilet to urinate. And she never had toilet paper; everything was done with
my tongue and mouth. She used "toilet paper" for many things, like spitting, blowing her nose, and even
using me as living toilet paper during her period.
Fang Mei was a very imaginative mistress; she constantly invented new ways to torture me. Sometimes, when I
was eating dinner in my dormitory, she would suddenly climb onto the dining table, urinate in my bowl, and then force me to eat it. Once, she ordered me
to eat the excrement and urine on her bathroom floor. Or she ordered me to pick up the excrement from the toilet bowl with my mouth and eat it. From
that point on, I had to clean the toilet for her with my tongue and a toothbrush.
Things got worse; she frequently talked about "normal" sex, telling me about the wonderful feeling of sucking a man's penis.
One day, Fang Mei brought a man to my room and ordered me to hide in the closet and watch them make love on my bed. They
did everything; the man ejaculated in her mouth, genitals, and anus. That wasn't the worst part. The next morning, Fang
Mei made me lick clean the man's saliva from her genitals and anus. Then she would defecate in my mouth. At this point, my mouth
was filled with Fang Mei's feces and that man's semen—this was the special breakfast bestowed upon me by my master, Fang Mei.
The more this happened, the more I enjoyed it. And she did the same, endlessly…
The End

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