Toilet Slave Chapter 7

As promised here’s part seven 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 don’t know how long I was kept in that cell. Without any opening to the outside world and the lamp burning constantly there was no way to notice the difference between day or night. Sometimes the sounds were fading, but that was all. Being shackled prevented me to undress and I started to smell badly. I don’t know when it actually happened, but I started to just piss in my pants, not wanting the effort of trying to get out of them when I needed to go. The first time I pissed in my pants made me feel dirty, but that feeling faded. When they finally came in to get me I was reeking like a sewer. They left me in my cell and the judge came over to see his new scat slave.

Ava

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