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 ï>¿Author: Hungry Guy
Title: A DAY IN THE LIFE
Summary: A romantic story about a typical day of two women in love with
each other who happen to also own a toilet slave.
Keywords: FF/M Fdom Msub humil rough ws scat caution slow rom lez
Language: English

   A Day in the Life By Hungry Guy

   Donna opened her eyes and yawned.  She was still entangled with Lisa who
was still asleep, their arms and legs wrapped around each others' nude
bodies.  Donna squirmed a bit but, not wanting to wake her lover, closed
her eyes and fell back to sleep.

   Donna woke some time later to to meet Lisa's gaze.

   "Good morning, girlfriend," whispered Lisa.

   "Good morning, baby," whispered Donna as she kissed her lover.

   The two women kissed passionately for the next half hour under the warm
blankets.

   "So, what do you want to do today, babe?" asked Donna.

   "Oh, I don't know," said Lisa.  "How about we go for a bike ride if it's
a nice day?"

   "Okay," said Donna.  "Hey!  Let's make up a picnic basket and have a
picnic by that lake in the park?"

   "I love that idea!" said Lisa.

   The two of them untangled themselves from each other and got out of bed.


   "Shower?" asked Lisa.

   "I could use one," said Donna with a sly grin.

   The two girls stretched and walked into their master bath together where
Donna began brushing her teeth at the sink.

   The toilet slave was asleep, so Lisa pressed the doorbell button mounted
on the wall above its head.

   "Yeeeeooooowwwww!" it screamed and jerked, as the button activated the
taser strapped to its cock.

   "Wake up, bitch," said Lisa.  "I gotta take a piss."

   The toilet slave's head stuck out through a hole in the wall such that
its face was at the same height as a toilet seat.  Its head rested in a
V-shaped cradle which prevented it from rolling its head from side to side
when someone was sitting on its face with the full weight of her body.  It
had a spider gag ring in its mouth holding its mouth open at all times. 
Metal spokes on the ring prevented it from flipping the ring out of its
mouth.  A strap ran around the back of its head holding the ring in place.
Four other straps attached tightly to the ring and to the wooden base under
the cradle at four points held its head totally stationary and immobile,
preventing it from rocking its head from side to side or nodding up and
down to catch a breath.

   Lisa sat, positioning her vulva over its open mouth and relieved
herself, forcing it to hold its breath until she had emptied her bladder
into it.  Unlike a more conventional smother box or smother chair with
padding that supported most of her weight, she sat directly on its face
with its face supporting the full weight of her body.  It gulped her waste
down quickly, struggling to swallow fast enough.  Despite the extreme
difficulty of swallowing while lying flat on its back with its mouth held
open, it managed to swallow her waste as fast as she pissed it out.

   The rest of its body, behind the wall that was once a walk-in closet for
one of the other bedrooms, lay strapped down to a wooden platform.  Its
wrists and ankles were shackled and firmly attached to small semi-circular
wood cradles in which they rested.  Additional leather straps were buckled
very tightly over each of its thighs, upper arms, and around its waist and
chest.  Thus secured, it could not struggle or rattle against its bonds or
even make the slightest sound.

   A large drain under its butt connected to the drain pipe that once
served the toilet that was once in their master bathroom.  A 45° piece of
PVC pipe over its dick connected to a vertical pipe that drained into that
same drain.

   The girls would occasionally go into the room to inspect its bonds, but
it was totally self-contained and maintenance-free, so they rarely had to
do this.  All it required was a daily multivitamin.  Donna usually did this
each morning before she peed.  It, otherwise, got all the fluids and
nutrients it needed only from the two women's excrement.

   Donna finished brushing her teeth.  So when Lisa stood, Donna sat on the
toilet slave to pee while Lisa brushed her teeth.

   Lisa turned on the water to the shower as Donna stood, and they got in
the shower together.  The large shower stall had two shower heads on either
side, with separate knobs to control flow and temperature.  There was no
unpleasantness of standing shivering while the other partner stood under
the shower as is, otherwise, common when couples shower together.

   As they usually do, the two girls took turns washing the other, with the
occasional passionate kiss thrown in for good measure.  They each took care
that the other was thoroughly clean in every possible spot as one or the
other never knew where, on her partner's body, she might find her lips
attached to throughout the day.

   Refreshed and awake, the two girls put on bras and thongs and bathrobes
in their bedroom, and headed downstairs.

   "What do you want for breakfast, babe?" asked Lisa.

   "Surprise me, honey," said Donna.

   At that, Lisa put fried some eggs and nuked some microwave bacon, while
Donna put a pot of water on the stove for coffee.  The scent of bacon
wafting through the house smelled wonderful!

   After breakfast, the two girls made sandwiches and placed them in an old
wicker picnic basket that had been in Donna's family for several
generations.  A bottle of Sprite, some cups, paper plates, plastic ware,
and paper napkins completed their basket.

   Setting the basket on their dining table, the two girls ran upstairs to
get dressed.  After kissing each other once again, they went into the
bathroom to put on their makeup.  Donna sat on the stool in front of the
mirror while Lisa sat on the toilet slave with a small mirror on a shelf
next to her.  The two girls spent about 15 minutes putting on their faces
as Lisa let it take a breath once every three or four minutes causing it to
gasp explosively with each breath.

   "How do I look, lover?" asked Lisa.

   "Looking good, girl!" said Donna.  "And me?"

   "Sexy as always, babe!" said Lisa.

   The two then went into their bedroom and Lisa reached into Donna's side
of the closet.

   "Shall we?" said Lisa.

   "Yes, let's," said Donna.

   As they usually do, the two girls spent the next hour picking out each
others' outfits for the day.  Lisa picked out Donna's outfit, and Donna
picked out Lisa's outfit.

   "Okay, let's go!" said Lisa.

   "Just a sec, babe," said Donna and walked into the bathroom to pee.

   "I should go, too, before we leave," said Lisa after Donna stood.

   They then went downstairs leaving the toilet slave coughing and
sputtering after chugging the piss from both girls one after the other.

   Donna got the basket, then the two girls went into the garage to get
their bicycles down off the rack.  A few moments later, they were pedaling
down the street.

   "Ooh," said Lisa.  "I think it's gonna be a hot one later."

   "Yeah," said Donna.  "Glad we picked out light outfits for each other."

   It was a half hour bike ride through town to the park.  The sun was
shining and it was growing gradually warmer.  In the park, they followed
the bike paths through the woods and came to their favorite secluded picnic
spot by the lake.

   "Wow!" said Donna.  "It's as pretty as I remember!"

   "It wasn't that long ago that we were here last, babe," said Lisa.

   "I know," said Donna.  "But I just can't get over how beautiful this
spot is.  The lake looks so pristine."

   Let's set up over by the lake, then," said Lisa.

   The two girls leaned their bikes against a tree and hiked the short
distance by the lake shore.  Laying out the blanket under the shade of a
tree, they sat and opened up the basket.

   Sitting by the lake, they enjoyed their meal while watching the birds
and the foliage around them.

   Donna glanced up to catch the eye of a guy walking past on the trail
above.  He waved at them, and Donna flipped him the finger.  Lisa laughed
and the two girls walked down to the edge of the lake.  Donna picked up a
stone and skipped it across the lake in three skips.

   "Whoever skips the most times gets her pussy sucked by the other until
she comes!" said Lisa.

   "You're on!" said Donna.

   Donna and Lisa skipped stones in their friendly competition until they
could find no more flat skippable stones.  At 10 skips, Lisa pulled her
slacks and thong down to her knees and leaned back against a large rock.

   "Suck it, girlfriend!" said Lisa.

   Donna lay down between Lisa's legs and began licking.  Lisa panted when
Donna drew her clit into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop, then
began sucking it in and out in a slow steady rhythm.  Donna brought Lisa to
the brink of orgasm, then moved down and fucked Lisa's pussy with her
tongue.  Lisa moaned at the interruption, yet loved being teased.  A few
moments later, Donna drew Lisa's clit into her mouth yet again.

   "Don't tease me again," pleaded Lisa.

   Donna repeated her slow rhythmic sucking, bringing Lisa to orgasm as she
clamped Donna's head her thighs in a powerful orgasm that rocked her body.

   "Oh God!" screamed Lisa as she fell back in utter satisfaction as Donna
crawled up to face her.

   "I'll make it up to you tonight, sweetheart!" said Lisa and the two
lovers pressed their lips together in a passionate kiss.  The two girls lay
together and made out on the grass for the next hour or so.

   Some time later, the girls packed up and headed down the path on their
bikes once again.  They rode random bike paths through the woods for the
next two hours, oohing and aahing at the beauty of it all.

   They made their way to the entrance to the park and rode down the street
back toward town, but diverted into the historic section instead of heading
home.

   Locking their bikes against a lamppost, the two of them walked slowly
down the historic street, stopping at the windows of each of the small
boutiques, coffee shops, and antique shops that lined the street.

   They went into one shop and, after an hour of browsing, bought an
antique tea kettle and some antique throw pillows for their bed.

   A few minutes later found them in a coffee shop enjoying a couple of
cappuccinos and croissants.

   "I think we earned the right, today," said Donna.  "We must have biked
for miles and miles!"

   "Did I say anything?" said Lisa with a laugh.

   Upon returning home, the two girls set the empty picnic basket on the
dining table.

   "Phew!" gasped Donna.  "I'm drenched in sweat!"

   "Yeah," said Lisa.  "Me, too!"

   Donna then ran upstairs with Lisa close behind.

   "I gotta go!" gasped Donna as she hurried into the bathroom.  The toilet
slave had fallen asleep again, so she pressed the doorbell button above his
head, drawing another scream from his permanently open mouth.

   "Wake up, bitch!" said Donna as she slammed her bottom on its face.  "I
gotta take a wicked piss!"

   Lisa waited impatiently until Donna finished.  Lisa then slammed her
crotch onto its mouth as Donna washed her hands and then went back
downstairs.

   Lisa cam downstairs several minutes later.

   "Pee-yew!" said Lisa.  "Don't go up to the bathroom for a while,
girlfriend.  You won't come out alive."

   "Told you you shouldn't have had that bowl of hot chili before bed last
night," said Donna with a laugh.  "Lucky for you it waited until now to
come out."

   "Yeah," said Lisa.

   "Crap!  I hope the toilet slave doesn't puke, now," said Donna.

   "It hasn't yet," said Lisa.  "It would have by now if it was going to."

   "That's good," said Donna.  "I wouldn't want to have to clean that up if
I were you."

   "I don't think it puked since that time you had diarrhea a few months
ago," said Lisa.

   "Didn't it puke that time Kathy and Monica cam over and we all went out
for Mexican and we all had the shits when we came home?" said Donna.

   "Yeah!" said Donna.  "That was a fucking mess!  But that was, like, six
months ago."

   "Those were the only times it puked," said Lisa.  "Not counting the few
times it puked after each of us took a shit during its first week as our
toilet slave."

   "Yeah," said Donna.  "The week from hell.  But that was, like, two years
ago.  It's pretty well trained by now."

   Lisa took Donna by the hand and walked into the family room.

   "So whadd'ya wanna watch, sweetheart?" asked Lisa.

   The two girls plopped down on the plush sofa.

   "Oh, I don't care, babe," said Donna.  "Whatever's on Netflix, I guess."

   "There's a new episode of Black Mirror," said Lisa.  "And I think
they're starting a new season of Stranger Things.  Or do you wanna watch
the last episode of Thrones again?"

   The two girls decided on a show and leaned back in each others' arms. 
Their lips quickly found each other's and the show became irrelevant.

   They broke their lip-lock some time after midnight and they ran
upstairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind them.  Falling into bed, Lisa
pushed Donna onto her back, pushed Donna's legs apart, and plunged her face
into Donna's crotch.

   Lisa teased Donna for some time, licking up and down her outer lips and
occasionally sliding her tongue lightly between them.

   "Fuck me!" moaned Donna.

   Lisa pressed her tongue deeper between Donna's pussy lips, and gently
fucked her pussy in and out with her tongue.

   "Suck me!" begged Donna.  "Suck me!"

   Lisa moved her mouth over Donna's clit and drew the tiny nub into her
mouth and sucked on it gently in and out slowly, then faster, and faster,
until Donna began spasming in pleasure.

   Donna grabbed the back of Lisa's head, pulling her head tightly to her
crotch, soaking Lisa's face in pussy juice.

   Donna finally released Lisa's head and moaned in satisfaction as Donna
crawled up her body.  The two girls pressed their lips together yet again,
wrapping their arms and legs around each other until they finally fell
asleep entangled together.

   *** END ***