I am Mistress Lucy's toilet slave. This is my diary.

"But I do have a proposition for you," Ayumi said, leaning forward. "You see, I have a little secret, and I need someone I can trust to share it with." I was intrigued but also a little scared. "What kind of secret?" I asked hesitantly. Ayumi looked away for a moment, as if contemplating whether to reveal her secret or not. Finally, she turned back to me and said, "I'm into femdom, and more specifically, toilet slavery." My head spun with confusion and disgust. I had never heard of anything like this before, and the mere thought of it made my stomach churn. But at the same time, Ayumi's ...

Discover a darkly erotic saga of power, pleasure, and ultimate submission as shy student Ethan falls into the intoxicating world of Jin-Ah, a feisty and dominant Korean college student. In "The Making of a Toilet Slave," you'll be taken on a thrilling journey of conquest and desire, where your deepest fantasies come to life, and nothing is out of bounds. When Ethan unexpectedly meets Jin-Ah in class, their inexplicable chemistry draws them together, and the seemingly innocent friendship morphs into a scorching exploration of dominance and submission. Jin-Ah gradually asserts her control ...

In the heart-stopping and provocative ninth part of "Diary of a Toilet Slave," the slave's anguish escalates further into uncharted depths of degradation, as Mistress Lucy and her devious girlfriend Elsa escalate their wicked game. This unforgettable continuation of the acclaimed femdom series captivates readers with its scandalous revelations and unforeseen twists, as our protagonist battles with the constant torment of his mistresses' insatiable desires. Exploring the sinister evolution of Mistress Lucy and Elsa's relationship, this tantalizing sequel reveals the intoxicating power and ...

"It's simple," she said, standing up and walking behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders. "You have submissive tendencies, Michael. You want to serve, even if you haven't fully realized it yet." Her fingers traced lines down my arms, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake. "And I," she continued, "am someone who thrives on control. I can guide you, mold you. I can fulfill that need you didn’t even know you had." Her words wrapped around me like a silk noose. When she turned my chair to face her, I couldn't look away. "And how would you do that?" I asked, hardly recognizing my own ...