I still remember the first time I conducted a full toilet training booking. I was in Sydney at the time, where I started in this industry and launched into working independently. It was with someone I still session with to this day. It was a first for both of us, which stood out. I laid him down in the bathtub in my space, and squatted over his face. He wanted to consume, but both of us ended up dry retching and struggling to get through it. We had quite the connection regardless of the intensity and had a fantastic debrief.
I think back to that now, and the journey that has followed. I always vowed I would be open to exploring unchartered kinks and aspects of BDSM with an open mind. I knew early in my journey of sexual exploration I was naturally dominant, a top, definitely a service top and highly cerebral. It was all these aspects of myself in concert, along with the submissives that earned the privilege of sessioning with me that made doing full toilet training so easy after this rather unusual introduction. I very much enjoy and derive great pleasure from the high level of devotion and submission that my toilet slaves have. The humiliation and degradation are also wickedly fun.
The anticipation the day before as I consume large meals with lots of vegetables. Then the morning arrives and there really is something magnificent to having someone lay beneath me on a cold surface and consume a nice big load and wash it down with my golden nectar. The euphoria for both of us as I empty my bowels, bladder and look down at my slave. Cheeky grin on my face, giving them commands in my wickedly sultry tones. They are quite literally happy as a pig in shit.
Truly devoted to me, their Goddess.