Getting over my fetish

“You have a toilet made? I have to see this. Where is it?” Roberta said jumping off the couch.

Dawn got up and led Roberta down to the basement to this padlocked door. Inside there was this toilet that looked like a real toilet, but the toilet hole was split in two. One half looked like a real toilet where you pee in it and the other half was just a hole where your asshole would be. Below was a box about three feet by three foot enough room for a head to fit in comfortably.

Picking up the backing to the box lying against the wall Dawn explains to Roberta. “You see he lays down back there and lies down. I then place the backing on, which makes it a good seal around his neck and lock it in place. That way after I use him I would leave him there for about an hour just in case he throws up. With the toilet seat down the smell well stay in around his head and he will suffer more.”

“I’ll do it.” Roberta says grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, but there is more to this box. When you sit you have to show him no mercy. What I mean by that is the toilet seat has a lift system to it. With him in there your ass is about two feet from his mouth.” Dawn sits down on the seat and pushes a button. “By pushing this button you lower to his mouth. Rule two, your asshole has to be in his mouth and stay there until you’re done. No lifting up.”