Driven by Craving

The whole ride home, she debated between opening the windows and letting out the smell and keeping the windows closed and fighting not to retch for the shit stink. She knew the smell wouldn't be as strong if she opened the windows, but she was afraid that if she had to stop next to someone who might also have their window open, they would notice the stench coming from her car. So she suffered throughout the ride home, trying not to speed too much as she didn't want to get pulled over, but desperate to get home and wash up.

Upon arriving at home, she heard her answering machine beeping and when she pushed the button she heard His voice, "Master wanted to once again tell His toilet how proud He is of it and to give it a reward. It may cum as often as it wishes all night long and sleep in the bed if it wants, but to be able to do that, it must first cum twice more still shit covered, lying down in the tub. Once it has done that, it can shower and cum as often as it wants the rest of the night until 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. Master will expect a report on how often His toilet came if it decides to take Him up on this most generous offer. If it thinks washing up first is more important, it is not allowed to cum nor sleep on the bed, and it must also report that to Master. It is your decision toilet, make a good one."

She stood there shaking, she wanted nothing more than to wash under a hot shower until she felt clean again, but she knew which decision her Master wanted her to make. She knew that somehow He knew how badly she wanted to be clean and had made this offer to see if she would put her desires above His. After putting the raincoat in the laundry room, she slowly walked to the bathroom still debating. With tears running down her shit covered-face, she slowly crawled into the tub and lying flat on her back, she started playing with her clit as the pictures of tonight's humiliation played through her mind. She was surprised how quickly she came and was even more surprised how quickly she needed to cum again. What surprised her even more was that after cumming the second time, the need to cum again as she relived her humiliation in her mind was so strong, that she had to fight to stop long enough to take a shower.

She stood under the water scrubbing until the hot water was all gone, washing her hair over and over again until the only thing she should have been able to smell was her shampoo and body wash. But somehow the smell of shit still prevailed. She didn't know if it was just stuck in her head or if she had missed any of the shit in cleaning herself up. When the water was so cold that she was shivering from it, she finally turned it off, slowly drying herself off checking for any shit she might have missed. As she opened the bathroom door, she heard her answering machine beeping once more. Three words were all the He had said, "Check your email."

Opening her email, she saw a series of emails, most were titled "Post These Now," but one said, "Don't Open Until Tomorrow." That was the one that intrigued her the most. As she posted the series of pictures in the shit-covered whore folder, with each picture she posted her shame and her arousal grew until her hands were back in her cunt making herself cum time and time again. By the time that she had finished posting all the pictures, she had cum 8 more times and was so exhausted she nearly didn't have the energy to get herself to bed.

Dragging herself from bed, she opened her email to send off the report that she had made herself cum 10 times in all. After sending the report on its way, she opened the last of the emails that she had received the night before. She couldn't have been more surprised by what she saw. In the center of the email was a picture of her shit-covered ass with the words "Permanently Owned Slave" clearly written on it, followed by a question mark. Below she saw instructions to wash once more if she wanted to, dress in casual clothes and when she was ready to go out, she was to email Him to get directions where to meet Him.

After washing up once more, she started carefully doing her hair and putting on her makeup. As she did, she chuckled to herself knowing that He had already seen her at her worst, but she still wanted to look good for Him. As she got dressed in her favorite jean skirt and a matching wrap around cashmere sweater, she again chuckled because she hadn't even thought of wearing either a bra or panties. All she could think was how well conditioned He had her. Less than a minute after sending an email the she was ready, His arrived with instructions to walk to the coffee shop a couple of blocks from her place.

When she arrived, she saw that He was sitting there, out on the coffee shop patio with two cups of coffee sitting on the table. Walking up to the table, she could feel His eyes on her, devouring her. When she finally stood before Him, she heard Him say, "Look at Me." Raising her eyes, she could see the smile on His face as she stood there waiting for permission to sit down. After telling her to sit down, He pushed one of the coffees towards her. She felt like a bug under a microscope so piercing was His gaze, so intent on seeing deep into her soul. "I was very pleased by your report this morning. Ten times, what a horny slut you are." Her face colored instantly wondering if anyone else had heard what He had said.

As He chuckled at her reaction, He took a slow sip from His coffee before starting to speak. "Listen carefully because after I'm done talking I will be listening carefully to you, I am going to be asking you for a choice that will completely change your life and could be the last choice you will ever have. Do you understand?" Quietly she said, "Yes, Master," blushing once more at calling Him Master in public. Hearing Him chuckle once more, she realized He was pleased by the way she had answered Him.

"I have searched all My adult life for a slave whose need for humiliation and degradation matches My need to inflict it and I believe my search is over. Never have I found a slave who needs to go so deep, who craves things she should hate like you do. The very fact that you came 10 times from looking and thinking of yourself shit-covered reaffirms My impression of you. I have taken you further down than any slave I have ever had and each time, you have impressed Me with your willingness to go down and your need for the treatment I have inflicted on you. Because of this I'm offering you a position that I have never offered before, and that is as My permanent slave. To the world at work, it will look like you took a position as My personal assistant, but the position that I'm offering you is as My slave, you and I will both know that, regardless of how it may appear to the world at large."

"There will be those in the outside world who will know what you are, that you are My slave, My fuckmeat, a toy that I use and I share, but most will never know. If you take the position I am offering to you, your income from work will go into a retirement account for you, all of your expenses would be My responsibility, as will shaping you into exactly what I want. Although your needs match My needs, your physical shape and appearance are not exactly what I'm looking for, but those things can and will be changed, the internal needs, they are either there or they are not."

As He spoke, she was in turn elated and ashamed, elated at His offer, ashamed at His comments about her body. Fighting to keep her focus on His words and not on the flaws of her body, she heard Him say, "Don't worry about any flaws, if you take My offer, by the time I'm done molding you, you will be the fuckmeat of My dreams. I am not one of those Masters who have a whole list of rules for their slaves. I have only one, Always Obey. Follow that rule and your life as My slave will be filled with pleasure, don't follow it, and your life will be filled with pain, for I am a strict Master who will not refrain from punishment and discipline to make you into the fuckmeat that you need to be. Before I ask you for your choice, do you have any questions?"

Trying to think, she asked, "Can I be sold?" He chuckled a bit at that, but then said, "If you become My permanent slave, you will be with Me permanently, that is what I desire, that is what I'm looking for. I may one day marry you, but even if I do, you would always be My slave. However to answer the underlying question, if things didn't work out, that is the reason for your income being put aside, it will be yours in that event. As I said it is My responsibility to look out for you, to mold you into all that you can become. Any other questions?"

She didn't know how long they talked; she just knew that He answered each one of her questions directly and with patience. She had not seen this side of Him, the caring, understanding side, and the more that she saw it, the more that she was drawn by both sides of Him, the strict humiliator and the patient listener. "From the look on your face, I have answered all your questions, and I can tell that you are interested in My offer, but I don't want your answer now. I will have your answer if you present yourself at My door at 7 pm, bucket in mouth crawling into your new place in life. If you are not outside my door at 7 pm, I will take that as a no and you will not be summoned ever again. I will not fire you, but I will look for another place of employment for you making the same if not more money. If your answer is yes, wear what you are wearing now, but bring your purse with your keys, cell phone, any medications that you take, bank documents, passport, any important papers like your lease or your car loan. When you arrive, park your car in the driveway and then deposit everything but your toilet into the box and lock them inside. That will be the last time anything belongs to you but the toilet that you piss and shit in. Go home now, not another word."

As He looked, she quickly stood up and walked away, desperately wanting to say one more thing. As she walked back to her place, she noticed it was already late afternoon and it would take her some time to find all the papers that she would need to bring. She knew that what her answer was, and although she knew that she couldn't turn down this offer, she also knew that she what she was about to give up. Her mind raced with all the possible outcomes, but she knew in her heart what she had to do. The afternoon flew by, and before she knew it, she was sitting in the driveway of His home. Looking around her car once more, she got out, locking the door, and slowly walked up the stairs. After stripping completely and locking away the remnants of her old life, she knelt down, the handle of her toilet firmly in her mouth, waiting for permission to crawl into her new one.