Getting over my fetish

I never thought that I would get over my fetish this way. Dawn and I have always tried to keep each other happy. I would do anything for her and she would do anything for me. I had a fetish of being used as a toilet and every once in awhile she would use me. She was not too excited about it but she did it anyhow. Every once in a while she would tell me bedtime stories of me being used by a lot of people and at the end I would die from all of it. It always got me excited and very horny ever time she told me these stories.

“Oh, god honey I wish that could come true.”

“You do, why you would want that.” She looks at me with a questionable look.

“Just the thought of people knowing I was down there and not care what so ever. Can you imagine how scary that would be for me?”

“I would be rolling around laughing my ass of.” She said with a grin.

“Really you would not even help me?”

“Nope that is what you deserve. To be at the mercy of me.” She said as she was laughing.

“Good thing it’s just a story.”

“Hey you never know. Wishes do come true.” She said as she rolled over to go to sleep.