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Laurie was in a funk. She had been in the scene for the past ten years. Then, all of a sudden, her Master said that he wanted a vanilla relationship two days ago, and set her free.
So now she had left their Chelsea loft and was walking down 6th avenue with no particular destination in mind. Perhaps say a prayer at Ground Zero, then take a train out to Jersey and rent a room.
She passed Edge Play, her Master's favorite club, though he had never taken her to it. She stopped in front of the double glass doors. The club wasn't open yet -- it was still early, but she saw a "help wanted" sign in the window. It said to go around to the side entrance on 14th street.
She rounded the corner and came to the side entrance and read the sign:
TOILET SLAVE WANTED!
WILL SERVE MANY CUSTOMERS.
MALE OR FEMALE.
BE IN WOMEN'S ROOM, OR MEN'S ROOM, YOUR CHOICE.
TO APPLY, GO DOWN STEPS, RING BELL.
Laurie's Master had given her toilet training one time, but he never really got heavily into it. Sometimes, she wished he had been a lot more demanding of her. She wanted to be used hard by him, for whatever sordid purpose he desired.
She walked down the five steps to the area below the sidewalk, stepped into the alcove, and up to the featureless brown steel door. Underneath all the graffiti, the words "Edge Play Club" was barely visibly stamped on the steel door. She reached for the bell, then hesitated. Would being used by a bunch of strangers be fulfilling? Would it be safe? Probably not. But she deserved the most extreme humiliation for having let her Master down. Had she been a more obedient slave, Laurie might have stayed in the scene, her master might have kept her. She reached out and pressed the button.
A moment later, the door slid into the wall, and a hard-faced Hispanic woman with black hair stood there in tight jeans and a tank top. "What do you want?" she asked.
"Uh, the job?" Laurie answered.
The other woman's jaw dropped! "You? A woman! You want to be a toilet slave?"
The other woman motioned Laurie into the little room and closed the door.
"Have you had toilet training, or ever been a toilet slave before?"
"Yeah, my previous Master gave me toilet training."
"It's your body. Follow me."
Laurie followed her. She followed her into long hallway, down a service elevator, and down another hallway, and into a locker room.
"You want to be in the men's room, right?"
"Yes, if I have a choice, I would prefer to be used by men."
She handed Laurie a form and a pen, "Read this and sign it."
Laurie looked the form over. The lighting was poor and there was no chair or table to sit at.
"Hurry up!" she urged, "The club opens in ten minutes!"
Laurie held it up against the wall and signed it. She snatched it back and shoved it in her pocket. Then she opened a locker. "Take off your clothes and put them in here."
She continued to stand there, and Laurie stood there.
She asked, "What are you waiting for?"
"Uh, nothing." Laurie removed her clothes and put them in the locker.
"Now wait here. Don't go anywhere!"
She left and Laurie waited there for about five minutes. She returned, followed by a very relieved-looking naked guy. Laurie blushed when his dick came to quick attention upon seeing Laurie. "Wait there, I'll get your stuff in a minute," she told that other guy.
She walked over to Laurie carrying a small case and said, "Sit down."
Laurie sat and ahs opened the case, removing a hypodermic needle.
Laurie gasped and said, "I hope that's a hepatitis vaccine."
"Yes. It's the first dose of three," she answered. Then she dabbed some alcohol on Laurie's arm and jabbed the needle into him.
After administering the vaccine, she stood and said, "Follow me."
Laurie followed her again into an adjoining room. Laurie gasped at the sight. Along each of the two opposite walls were other toilet-slaves. They were all naked people laying on their backs on narrow padded benches, slid into the walls up to their shoulders. They were all men. Looking closely, Laurie saw that there was a hole in each bench under each man's ass. Each one had a pail underneath their bench's hole. The men each had a short capped section of PVC pipe stuck over their dicks with another long section at a 45-degree angle dropping down between their legs. She wondered if it would really be possible for her to do this. They were all strapped and shackled down by their wrists and ankles.
The Hispanic woman pointed to an empty bench that was pulled away from the wall. The padding under the head area was thicker and contoured. Laurie swallowed and sat on the bench and lay down with her head in the contoured area. The Hispanic woman bent over and shackled her wrists and ankles. Then she placed several belts across Laurie's chest and belly like the others. She slid a long piece of PVC pipe between her legs with a funnel pressed over against her pussy. Then she clamped something snugly onto one of her fingers.
She slid Laurie into the wall headfirst. There was another woman in the tiny room her head was now in. She swung a half box up and over her head. Laurie was looking up through a hole in the top of the box. Over the hole, of course, was a toilet seat with the seat lowered and flush with her face. The lid was up. Obviously, Laurie figured, Laurie was a stall in the men's restroom.
That woman then called from inside the room, "Feel this lever?"
"What lever?" she asked through the wall.
She grabbed Laurie's hand and placed her fingers on a cold metallic lever. "Pull it," she commanded.
She pulled the lever, causing warm water to spay her head and face from all around under the rim of the seat. She heard it draining under the back of his head.
After that, she was left alone.
Over the next five minutes, Laurie heard people enter the restroom outside her stall. Laurie heard men's voices out in the restroom, but they seemed to go into other stalls. Laurie swallowed in anticipation.
Laurie was shaking with anticipation. Wow! I'm really doing this! I'm really a toilet in a public men's room! But what will it be like what it gets really busy?
Laurie was laying there for a while and she figured it must be getting close to opening time. Laurie could now hear a din as people, presumably, were entering the club.
After about a half-hour, no one had even entered the restroom. One of the guys in an adjacent stall made a remark that only gay guys use the toilet slaves, so they'll have a bit of a wait before it gets busy.
Then someone entered the restroom. He entered one of the other stalls, and the room was silent again for about five minutes until he finished, used the sink, and left.
The restroom was empty again for another half-hour, then someone else entered. He walked into Laurie's stall and gaped at her. Laurie felt like she would die of embarrassment. She closed her eyes, expecting to be used any second. She waited a moment, and peeked her eyes open. The guy was gone!
Less than five minutes later, she heard voices in the restroom. Another guy had walked into her stall and closed the door. Laurie gasped as he stood there gaping at her. He was a tall muscular dude with darkish hair. It was hard to see is face looking at him upside down from below. She swallowed, wondering how long he was going to stand there. Then he, too, turned and left.
What's with these guys? she wondered. Don't they have the balls to use me? Or are they all gay?
During the next half-hour, many men came and left the restroom, but none used her. Then as she lay there frustrated, a guy entered her stall. Laurie looked up quickly and let her eyes drop back down. What little she saw of him, he was in jeans and a blue plaid shirt, and he had light brown curly hair. She didn't have her eyes open long enough to notice anything else about him. He closed the door, and he heard him fumble with his belt. His pants dropped behind her head. She looked up again. Laurie was suddenly staring up at the guy's cock throbbing directly above her face.
Is this guy really going to pee on my face? This is not at all how I expected it would be. I thought it would be, well, exciting and sexy. His dick is ugly and scary, throbbing over my face like this! This is just gross!
The guy stood there flicking it, and then piss streamed out the tip all over her face. She shut her eyes and mouth tight as hot liquid splashed on her face for what seemed like minutes. She could feel it dripping down the sides of her face, and soaking into her hair. Oh yuck! Laurie thought.
In a moment he stopped. He heard him pull his pants up and buckle his belt, then leave the stall. Only then did she open her eyes. Gaaaa! The piss dribbled into her eyes and it stung like hell!
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