As a Submissive Pissing phone sex intrigued me greatly. The feeling of surrendering control, of being used and degraded for another’s pleasure, it’s like a drug to me. I crave it, need it, can’t get enough. That’s why, when I saw the Craigslist ad for a “human toilet” at the ritzy St. Regis hotel downtown, I knew I had to apply.
Starting with the interview, a blur of intense questions and degrading tasks. In fact I was made to strip, to crawl, to address the interviewer as “Master.” By the end, my body was trembling with anticipation and my pussy was dripping wet. I was hired on the spot.
My first shift arrived, and I made my way to the hotel’s exclusive “Golden Suite of Pissing Phone Sex”
Now kneeling beside the porcelain throne, naked and shivering with excitement. First off I had been given strict instructions: I was to remain kneeling at all times, unless told otherwise. Also, I am not to speak unless spoken to. And most importantly, I was to be ready and willing to receive any and all fluids my clients chose to give me.
The first client arrived shortly after. He was a middle-aged man in a expensive suit, with a cruel smile playing at his lips. He approached me, unzipping his pants to reveal his already hard cock.
“Open your mouth, slut,” he commanded. I obeyed, parting my lips to accept his length. Starting with fucking my face. Pure brutal intensity. I gagged and choked, tears streaming down my face, but I didn’t dare pull away.
After several minutes, he pulled out, his cock slick with my saliva. “Now, present yourself,” he growled. I crawled over to the toilet and knelt before it, spreading my legs wide. He stepped behind me, his cock poised at my entrance.
Then I was commanded to “Beg for it,” he demanded. As I did, pleading and whimpering, promising to be his perfect little toilet. Finally, grunting, he plunged into me, his cock filling me completely. Now He is fucking me hard and fast, using me like a mere receptacle for his pleasure.
When he was ready, he pulled out and aimed his cock at my face. In the end I got the “Open your mouth, whore,” he snapped. Once I did, he came. That final explosion of his hot, sticky seed filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, every drop, just as I had been trained for bukkake phone sex.
