Flushed again…

Last night Ms Cassandra commanded that I was confined to the bathroom. I had to be shackled to the toilet all night. I also had to do some conditioning assignments to acclimate myself to my position as a toilet for powerful women.

My last attempt at a forced-piss-drinking assignment failed. This time, also failed. The plan was to keep a bunch of frozen piss-cubes in the funnel gag and let them melt into my mouth. Turns out it was impossible to suspend the funnel gag in a way where the cubes didn’t fall out. I eventually set something up with some ropes that held it sort of in place, but it wasn’t great.

I managed to spend about 20 or 30 minutes under the funnel. It did leak into my mouth. It was nasty and humiliating. However, I wasn’t locked into any situation, and the imminent failure of the rope set up caused me to bail out before all the ice was melted. I have a new plan though. Next time it will DEFINITELY work.

In the meantime, all my trial and error attempts to set this up resulted in piss leaking everywhere. It was on the floor, on my sleeping pad, everywhere. I just had to put up with it. One directive Ms Casssandra had was that if I had to pee, I had to just let it go on the floor. Luckily, I didn’t have to pee. I came very very very close, but at the final minute, I heard the triple-beep of the time-lock freeing me. At that point I figured I was free to pee with dignity.

Sleeping in the bathroom shackled to the toilet was a new feeling. There was a point where I had realized I’d forgotten a water bottle. And the crushing realization that I could not go get one. This is captivity. I don’t have freedom. I can’t just go get something that I want. Everything, down to my movements, have to be allowed by Ms Cassandra.

It’s the perfect dynamic. I need that enforcement. I need there to be no way out. I need that gut punch when I tug on the shackle and realize…oh fuck….I’m really stuck here.