Talk about the feeling of gold from the real experience of the toilet slave

Author: wangzhen
Word count: 5007
Talk about the feeling of gold from the real experience of the toilet slave

I have been a toilet slave for a while, and I have some experience.
First of all, there are very few women who can accept gold, even fewer than slaves who can eat whole shit. And among the many masters I have come into contact with, making gold is often a kind of curiosity and a mood that wants to vent. Therefore, just like a one-night stand, it is often a one-time thing.
Secondly, women are all shy, so they feel like they are forbidden to speak when they poop or pee. And women are very jealous that you know the look and taste of her place of shit, so even if you promise to make gold, whether you can do what you want is still a big question mark.

I have been very interested in women’s assholes from the very beginning. I have peeped a few times before, and it feels very exciting. And it’s always been the same thought – does the poop of such a beautiful girl stink, does it smell good? To prove this point, I started my career as a toilet slave. I didn’t find it from the SM circle at first, and I put an obvious name in the chat room and waited for it. At first, all the girls were interested (maybe they are used to being abused, so they want to abuse men in turn), but I thought it was dirty, so I didn’t agree. It was a long time before I found my first owner – a 37 year old Northeast woman who was willing to pay a good price to try it out. Although I didn’t have much experience at the time, I was still very excited because it was the first time I was going to taste a woman’s gold.

When we met, I found that she looks very ordinary, but she is well maintained, has a good temperament, and her body is also the kind of buttocks. When I arrived at her house, I found that the house was very big—it was a rich woman, and she was going to go to the bathroom after chatting for a while. At the time she was more interested in using me for toilet paper so I wouldn’t have to eat all the gold (good thing for my inexperienced me at the time). She put on a strange position on the toilet, and smiled shyly at me (actually she wanted to say to help me lick my ass first, but women usually don’t say it out, and a slave must be able to read words and expressions). So I gently opened her buttocks (you should pay attention to this point, there was a slave who was too heavy and made the queen angry, so she didn’t do it), and inserted my tongue from the asshole into the intestine. At that time, I felt a fishy smell (if a woman doesn’t have a bowel movement, it usually smells like this), and as she snorted a few times, I felt a hard thing coming into contact with the tip of my tongue, and the hard thing was pushed out at a constant speed. I quickly withdrew my tongue, and as soon as I pulled it back, I saw the owner’s asshole open, and a piece of brown gold slipped out. Then the hostess is good, and my work is over.

After a while, I heard the master say yes, and I knew the final task was coming. I knelt down, and the hostess adjusted my position so that my butt was sticking out of the toilet. I gently opened the master’s buttocks, and a healthy smell of stool came out. I took a closer look, and there were two pieces of brown gold sticking to the anus. I put my nose close to it and smelled a sour smell, and then I said, “Master, youLooks like a healthy diet! “(I didn’t understand anything at the time, talking nonsense, but sometimes slaves have to talk nonsense to please their masters, mainly if they don’t wear clothes), and then use their tongues to lick the mistress’s assholes. It feels bitter and astringent, and since then I know that gold usually doesn’t have much smell after it’s in my mouth. I said it after I finished licking, and this time it’s over (I’ve been regretting that I didn’t have more tricks at the time, maybe I would have enjoyed it more if I knew it at the time).

Just write here first, in the future toilet slave career, I am not very happy, for example, I met a middle-aged rich woman, almost killed me (but I was also forced to learn a lot of toilet slave tricks), I will write it to share with you when I have time, and I hope that friends with the same hobbies can contact me and exchange experiences

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