I need to find Q

You will pay all your debt in marbles.

I need to find your anus!

Isn’t it nice without Quills? 🐵🐵🐵🐵🐵🐒🐒🐒

You just trying to lure Quills back.

No I am just celebrating the silence

Fake

How is that fake?

Fool.

"Nothing thrills me more than to see my piss and shit fill a slave's mouth. Know I am a vegetarian and I eat an enormous amount of fibrous food, and I shit as much as three times a day. I also hydrate all day long and have to piss several times during a day, so your mouth will be very busy. My shit logs are wide and long. You will have to learn how to bite and swallow them so you do not have them stuffing your throat and killing you before your time.

"As you may have already surmised, I am a sadist; I enjoy having my slaves suffer for me. I am reasonable and not a crazy person, but I love using the whip, the cane and other implements you see attached to my walls, " she said as she swept her arm about the room.

My eyes followed her arm, but, amidst the arcing sweep of her arm, she jerked the chain, and said, "Eyes always here and looking at the floor-always, slave. Be not so rambunctious as to feel free to do as you please. Your wayward eyes have cost you ten strokes of the cane."

And she yanked on the chain, my balls screamed in silent agony. I experienced an inward collapse of will, as if my center of consciousness shrunk. I separated from the pain in my balls; it seemed outside of me.

Filling me was only the hypnotic, rhythmic cadence of her voice; in my head little thought sparked about my synapses, only a cloud of worthlessness and a lust floated within me. This cloud bubbled up into consciousness like methane from a swamp. I was born to serve her; I burned to be tortured at her hand; I longingly hungered for her piss and shit.

Yet a sense of the unreal overcame me, and for some time from that point on who exactly I was, where I was, and what was really happening escaped me.

I suddenly saw me watching me kneel before her. What was happening to me was happening to this other, kneeling there lusting for pain, for total humiliation, for total dissolution of who I was, unaware he was losing his life. His cock spearheading this descent into toilet slavery. A place he believed he belonged because it was all that could erect his cock, in illusion, in imagination and in reality.

"Oh, yes, first, if you ultimately say yes to being my slave, know I am asking you to be my full time toilet slave. You will be housed in a secret room that you will discover later, right here in this space. That means you will never see anyone but me and my guests—all of whom will have complete use of you as a toilet slave—women and men.

"

"If you say yes, you will have the freedom to go from here and finalize your life; I will grant you a week to do so; but that is not what I want from you this very second."

I did not speak the hollow words forming somewhere within. She stood and turned around, and, bending over slightly, her ass inches from my face, I yearned to seize the marvelous globes of her ass. Her magnificent round, heart-shaped, large ass touched my face, and she said, "You may touch my ass; oh, yes, that's it, " and I obeyed like a race horse exiting the gate at a race track.

The aroma of her shit captured my nose,

"—spread my ass cheeks-now bury your nose in my ass crack."

And my eyes saw the smeary layer of shit covering her ass crack.

"Yes, learn my smell. Ah, you're so eager; you may be my shiteater. Your tongue, oh, yes, lick up this mess, clean my ass, toilet paper; I didn't wipe when I went to relieve myself earlier, so get in there, toilet paper; yes, use your tongue, your mouth, seal it about my asshole, penetrate that tongue of yours deep into my asshole. Oh, my god, yes, deeper, deeper, yes, that's it, fuck my asshole with your tongue, ah, ah, oh, my god! "

And I did. Her ass wiggled about and up and down, not smearing but paining her shit over my face and in my mouth. We were like an animal lustfully fornicating and a starving man eating ferociously and eagerly, my face and her ass became one in a dance Allegrissimo, dance at a very fast rhythm and pace.

And I watched me as I licked clean the shit from her ass crack, the brown saliva leaking from the corners of my mouth, and he swallowed the bits and pieces, tasting the shit's dead, boring flavor, and loving it.

All of it I loved; it all coalesced into a feeling of peacefulness, of belonging under her ass, of finding a place in the universe where I truly belonged; and knowing I wanted to eat her asshole, to consume her shit and piss, and to be her slave forever. And even I, the outside observer, began to believe that.

Looks like IdiotsRu is at it again.

Since I'm dead, I'll vote for Biden again.

You were an idiot and voted for conman Trump.

Poor widdle schoolgirl wasted her weekly lunch money on that retort.

If only the schizophrenic emoji skank would croak....

Sure is nice no Quills, obviously no Posi, seems like a couple others are gone as well.

What's best is that I'm a dead pervert.

Odd two of us would use the same name.

Faggots and skanks are odd.

Still not Quills….. so nice.