A "toilet special" session at Atrium

Scat has always fascinated me. Over the last few years, I have been developing this perversion, with the encouragement of Mistress Bella, who does not offer this service herself.

The time had come, again with Mistress Bella's encouragement, to try out Atrium's toilet special. I decided to book 2 hours, with two dommes shitting on me. This is my story:

Before the session:

Johanna Weber responded enthusiastically to my email and asked for details of my previous experience with scat to help her design the session. She then told me she had found two dommes who would be present on the day to deliver the solid waste. Throughout the exchange, Johanna was very positive, repeatedly emphasising how much fun it would be.

On the day, I rang the bell at the agreed time, and was met at the door by Johanna. We went through to Atrium's amazing human toilet facilities, and - for the first time for a long time - I had a pre-session talk with a domme. I'd actually forgotten about this part, as Mistress Bella and I know each other so well that we rarely need to clarify anything when I arrive for the session. But of course it is a vital part of the preparation when playing with a different domme who doesn't know me.

As a scat session is quite hardcore, and a slave can easily freak out when a fantasy is turned into reality, Johanna and I had a detailed discussion about my previous experience. Then I was instructed to strip and lie down in front of the empty toilet seat.

Being a toilet:

I had asked Johanna to provide some piss the day before, which she gladly did, and that liquid, coupled with her first piss of the day, was used to get me in the mindset before going under the toilet seat. She placed me in a gas mask attached to a container filled with her very strong piss, so that every breath I took was filled with the powerful scent. Once I was settled with that and breathing steadily, she left me for a few minutes, and I lay there calming down, concentrating on my breathing, and savouring the wonderful flavour.

Then she returned, removed the mask, and placed my head in a latex headbag, sealed comfortably around my neck, to ensure that no piss or shit would leak out. I positioned myself under the toilet, and the headbag was attached to the seat. She pulled down her panties - which were deliberately soiled in order to intensify the aroma, urinated into my mouth, closed the lid and left me. 

A short time later, Madame E came in, introduced herself, and pissed first on my cock and balls (which always turns me on) and then on my torso, before sitting down centimetres above my face, peeing in my mouth and producing a perfectly shaped turd, which landed on my forehead. She spread the caviar over my face, on my lips - though she advised against eating scat in general - and up my nose. The smell and taste were wonderful, a gentle smell, a nice soft texture, and a slightly bitter taste. I decided to enjoy the feeling, smell and taste, rather than to consume it. 

 

          

 

Then she cleaned me up, ready for the next person using the toilet. Enclosed back under the lid, I lay there contemplating my situation, the headbag full of piss, which came up over my ears.

After a while, Mistress K entered the bathroom, pulled down her panties, and pissed into my mouth. Again, I lapped up all I could, as the rest ran into the bag and surrounded me. Then, slowly, she relaxed her anus, and I found I could see inside her rectum as the first turd gradually made its way out. She held it there, so that bits dropped off and fell on my face, and then gradually produced more and more. Once again, the texture was soft, the smell pleasant, the taste of the bit she placed in my mouth inviting. I would have liked to chew it and eat it, but (in view of Madame E's caviar caveat) decided just to lick it and enjoy the taste. She left me there for several minutes, toilet lid down, with the turds scattered across my face.

        

 

After she cleaned me up, ready for the next lady, I lay there with the various aromas, simply being a toilet.

The third visitor - Lady TR - entered the room. She sat down and started torturing my nipples. This was a slight surprise, as I'd asked for the "Pur" rather than the "Fun" version of the game - i.e. without torture. I didn't mind - it was a bonus, really, but it was difficult to concentrate on drinking her urine whilst I was writhing as my nipples were stretched and squeezed. She ordered me to masturbate, and I came very quickly as she pissed on me and tormented me.

Finally, Johanna came back to the bathroom. She pissed on me again and ordered me to lie my head back properly in the bag of piss, adding the cold old piss she had previously collected. That was wonderful, with the piss coming up all around my face. She left me to enjoy that, and then returned to end the session.

So, what are my feelings? 

It was a most enjoyable session. Everything was well organised, and the equipment at the studio is in excellent condition. The headbag was comfortable and effective. There was plenty of piss, and the scat was served up beautifully. I didn't eat any, but I could have. The main surprise was being cleaned up after each serving - I hadn't expected that, assuming the turds would gradually accumulate on and around my face. I was in close proximity to four vulvas and anuses, so I enjoyed four spectacular views from below. I had expected to be a silent, passive toilet, but in fact each lady chatted with me - subtext: they were making sure that I was coping OK. I hadn't realised how detailed the choreography of the Atrium specials is: I had assumed the session would be a bit random, but in hindsight I can see that all the visits were scheduled (and this was confirmed by an SMS sent by Bella during the session, saying "I know who's pooping on you in four minutes "). The 90 minutes passed by very quickly indeed, and every second was enjoyable. I thoroughly recommend it, even for someone wishing to explore scat for the first time: you will be in good hands. Later, following a shower and a cycle ride back to the office, I found that I was still breathing in the pleasant aroma of E's caviar. This confused me, until I put a tissue up a nostril and it came out coloured a nice nutty brown! That, and two sore nipples, were the only aftereffects - apart from the memories of a wonderful time serving as a human toilet. A dream come true.