Toilet Slaves Scatology - My New Private Nurse! Part 1

The anticipation was palpable as I anxiously awaited the arrival of my new private nurse. I had been through several nursing staff in the past and none of them seemed to understand my unique interests and desires. But this time, I had high hopes for my new recruit. Her name was already stuck in my mind, filling me with excitement and anticipation.

She finally arrived, dressed in a crisp white nurse's uniform that hugged her figure enticingly. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun, revealing a delicate neck that begged to be kissed. As she hesitantly walked into my room, I couldn't help but take in her every feature. She looked every bit the part of a dedicated nurse, but there was something more to her that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Introducing herself as Julie, she seemed both curious and slightly nervous about what awaited her. I smiled reassuringly and explained that today's session would be just an introduction. I told her about my interest in scatology, assuring her that this was nothing abnormal or taboo within our community. She listened intently as I outlined my expectations for her: to become my personal toilet slave, dedicated to serving my every need and desire.

Julie hesitated for a moment before tentatively agreeing to my proposal. As she began undoing the buttons of her crisp white nurse's jacket, revealing a black lace bra beneath, my heart raced with anticipation. This was going to be a memorable day indeed!

With a reassuring smile, I led Julie to the bathroom. Honed by years of experience, I knew just how to break in a new toilet slave. After repositioning the seat for her comfort, I took position behind her, slowly sliding my fingers down her spine. She let out a soft moan as I cupped her ass cheeks gently and began to massage them through her uniform.

Gradually, I worked my way down between her legs, rubbing against her bare skin until she squirmed with pleasure. Her juices were already flowing freely, and I took great satisfaction in knowing that I was the one responsible for bringing her to this state of arousal.

With a gentle push, I guided Julie towards the toilet seat. As she sat down, her legs spread slightly, I could see the desire in her eyes. This was it: the moment of truth. If she was going to be my toilet slave, she would need to show her commitment.

"Julie," I purred, my voice low and seductive. "I want you to do something for me. Go ahead, use the toilet like you normally would."

Her face flushed red, but she hesitated no further. With slow, deliberate movements, she leaned forward and placed her hands on the edge of the toilet bowl. Without further prompting, she lowered her head and began to pee into the bowl.

Watching her, I felt a surge of excitement. My new toilet slave was doing exactly as she was told, submitting herself completely to my desires. As her stream slowed, I reached around from behind and gently rubbed her clitoris through her uniform, encouraging her to release any lingering tension.

Julie's body shuddered beneath my hands as she moaned softly, her juices soaking through her panties. I couldn't help but feel a rush of power coursing through my veins. This was exactly what I had been looking for in a toilet slave: dedication, submission, and an insatiable thirst for pleasure.

I pulled my hands away from her body, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. "That's it, Julie," I purred. "Let go and let me take care of you." With those words, I guided her back to the sink, where I gently washed her hands before leading her back to the bed.

As we laid together, entangled in sheets, I could feel the weight of her submission. She was mine, body and soul. And together, we would explore the dark, erotic world of scatology and all its twisted pleasures. My new toilet slave had just taken her first step into a world she never knew existed - and I was there to show her the way.