The Toilet is hardcore FemDom

…After the first Mistress Misery story, I wanted to write more. I felt very close to her as a Mistress, and obviously wanted to extend her ‘virtues’ in story form.

Amazon Description:

A hard-core story of female domination and the extremes to which it may lead.

Mistress Misery was not one generally for making physical contact with her slaves, preferring to make them suffer for her pleasure online, and certainly she never envisaged ever allowing one into her respectable and well-appointed domestic arrangements.

But when Kelvin Oliver fell for her when he came to fix a faulty lavatory, she found herself considering the impossible, the most extreme, the most degrading involvement that could ever be imagined.

If Mistress Misery was going to have an commitment at all, it would have to be all of that….and more.

Much, much, MUCH more…

Extract:

Mistress Misery snapped on the light and stepped into her ensuite, her silk dressing gown moving slightly, hanging open to reveal the curve of her breasts and the smooth skin of her stomach descending to the join of her legs. 

Her bathroom was like a thousand others, with pink effect marble fittings and shiny brass, the commodious retreat of any middle aged, successful, single woman in a modern city, where all was clean, pleasant and sweet smelling. A shower and bath combination, a sizeable basin, room for towel storage and an elegant feeling of poise and space. 

There was only one difference from the normal roster of sanitary appointments. 

Next to the lavatory bowl, something was fixed to the varnished wood of the floor. Below the curving porcelain, another toilet seat was mounted atop a wooden box. 

From this box a man’s body protruded, his head trapped inside by means of a hole just big enough to admit his neck being locked in position.  His wrists were fettered by manacles and very short chains to two steel rings in each side of the box. His waist lay under another wooden structure, a simple horizontal board fixed at a height that kept his body snugly to the rubber mat that kept him from the wooden floor from the head box to the tops of his thighs. In this flat board was a hole through which the man’s penis protruded, the hole somehow closed tight round his genitalia behind the balls, preventing it from being retracted. The shaft of his penis was sheathed in steel, with a Prince Albert piercing locking it in position with a small padlock. A catheter emerged from the head of his penis and went back through a tiny, tight hole in the head box. The man was completely naked but for a pink, plastic garment that enclosed his groin.  

Mistress Misery looked down at this arrangement and stifled a giggle, as she often had to every time she entered her bathroom. She hung up her robe on the hook behind the door and, lifted the lid at the top of the wooden box. The man’s head was covered with a rubber hood that left only a generous opening at the mouth, and tiny holes for eyes and nostrils. 

Ignoring this blank, impersonal visage, she sat down over the opening, on the toilet seat, placing her feet to each side of his chest. 

“Number 2,” she snapped. 

She shuddered with pleasure as she felt the man’s lips form a seal around her anus. It had taken a long time, with many reverses and difficult moments, for her toilet and for her. However hard and long the process, however, she thought, as she felt her sphincter stretching open, it was bloody worth it. The daily joy that came with success simply could not be put into words. She smirked as her solid waste slid out and passed just as smoothly into her toilet’s mouth and down his throat, with hardly an audible gag

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Cruella Pain

I am an author of books with strong and explicit Female Domination themes.

I am a Dominatrix / Mistress. I am a bitch.

I live in the Chester area. Note, I do NOT have an Amazon Wishlist.

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