As promised here’s part six and the second half and the conclusion of J’s toilet fetish saga Be sure to check out the other chapters on my other blogs!
I laid down on the bunk, feeling more the collar then before. Every move I made was followed by the clanking sound of the chains, Somehow I dozed of.
A loud clanging noise woke me up, there was some food ‘delivered’. Again a sign of my upcoming conviction: 3 dry biscuits, slave food. It was what is was: dry food, but still better then nothing. I chewed and swallowed it all down with lots of water. The sounds were now tapering off, so I guessed it was getting evening, so I went back to the bunk after I had my pants down and did my business at the hole in the floor. I cleaned myself as good as I could, but that is not easy when you’re a shackled toilet slave!
Ava
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