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Master leads me into the bathroom, the collar tight around my neck. The strip light asks me searching questions as I stand naked in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of my own submission. Why am I here? I ask myself, but of course I have always known. I am here to serve my Master.

On the floor I spy a diaper, open and waiting, its wings folded upwards as if wanting desperately to embrace me. I glance back at my Master and notice a wicked grin forming across his muzzle. He nods once, definitively yet almost imperceptibly. I know what I must do.

I lie on my back with my legs in the air as he quickly wraps the diaper around me. I flinch as I hear the tearing of tapes before he securely fastens it around my rump. First one side, then the other, forming a very snug fit. I see the diaper has unicorns and rainbows on it, all covered in a pink design. I feel my sheath stirring with arousal and curse myself. This is not how I want to be.

I look up at the light on the ceiling, its whiteness excoriating my soul as much as my eyes. I feel it interrogating me, asking me whether this is the life I want. Again, I know the answer. I have always wanted to serve.

I hum idly to myself as I hear him walk away. A few seconds pass and I hear rummaging in one of the drawers in the bedroom. I use this time to pull quickly on the diaper, adjusting it to make it more comfortable. I know he would punish me if he ever saw me move, but I also know I have time before he returns. I don't know how long this scene will last, but I know I have to try and make it as pleasant as possible.

He soon comes back and stares down at me before kicking my exposed crotch. He cackles as he sees a slight bulge in my diaper, knowing I get off on the abuse. He kicks me again and my legs shoot back in pain, but my crotch only gets tighter. He cackles even louder. I groan but it is drowned out by his laughter.

"Put this on!" he barks, handing me my full-body gimp suit and a bottle of lube. "You have ten minutes."

"Yes Master," I reply, standing up before flicking the top off the bottle and coating myself liberally in its contents. Getting the suit on has always been tricky, but under such time constraints, it proves even more challenging. I feel the steely gaze of my Master upon me, who just stands there and watches as if observing an insect under a microscope.

It isn't until I get my legs inside that he starts to help. I had smoothed down the rubber as best I could before he grabs the top half and pulls it over the diaper. I look down, spying a noticeable bulge, and my cock twitches again. Damn it!

He takes the left arm and pours more lube into the sleeve, roughly grabbing my own arm and forcing it in. He does the same for the right, smoothing out the creases before admiring his handiwork. I smile meekly - a smile he fails to return - before he reaches behind my neck to take off my collar. I whimper.

"Don't worry, bitch. It'll be back on in a minute," he says before he starts zipping up the suit from the back. Once he gets to my shoulder blades, he pulls the attached hood over my head. I inhale the intoxicating scent of rubber as he lines up my nostrils with the nose holes of the suit. He then finishes zipping me up and locks it tight with a padlock. I'm trapped.

"Kneel!" he says and I do as I am told, feeling a pressure around my neck as my collar is reapplied.

"Hands behind your back!" he barks and I acquiesce once again. I feel two cuffs being wrapped around my wrists before hearing the familiar clicking of locks. He then does the same with my legs before standing up to admire his new-born gimp.

"Perfect!" he says, a wicked glint flicking through his eyes. I look up at my god but only see a blindfold heading towards me; a blindfold that soon casts my world into darkness. Again, I hear the clicking of a lock behind me and realise this won't be coming off.

"Stay!" he says before I feel my wrists being pulled down towards my ankles. I hear a heavy-duty click and suddenly I cannot move at all, my arms tightly clasped to my legs. I then feel a tightness around my neck as my collar is moved back before it is clipped to the radiator behind me.

My mind swirls in panic, shapes forming across the darkness of the blindfold as I realise that I can no longer move. I inhale and exhale deeply in an attempt to calm my nerves before I feel a long piece of plastic enter my muzzle. I gulp, my tongue going instantly dry as I experience a familiar sensation. The funnel gag.

Soon enough, it's firmly attached, straps going both around and over my head to secure it in place. I hear another padlock clicking shut. I groan softly, its timbre echoing through the funnel as I accept that I am now at his mercy, nothing but a toilet.

A minute feels like an age as I hear gentle pacing in the distance. I relax, pulling on my binds to confirm I'm held fast. I am. I start slipping into sub space, focusing on my breathing as I feel the pushing of my cock on the woollen walls of the diaper. I'm here only to serve. Nothing but an object.

The sensation of a cold viscous liquid suddenly hits my tongue, coating the inside of my muzzle and slipping down my throat. It tastes somewhat bitter, medicinal, but I struggle to place what it is. Yet still it keeps coming, flooding into my mouth, its distasteful nature mocking me in how powerless I am to stop it.

More laughter resonates and the flow suddenly stops. I then hear the doorbell chime before Master pads off to answer it. I stay helplessly kneeling, staring straight into my blindfold, trying my best to lick away the acrid liquid that's coating my muzzle. The funnel gag does well in stopping me.

"Now then slave," I hear Master's voice as he approaches from the hallway.

"I have invited some friends around for gaming this evening, but of course you cannot see them. They are people you know, but you will never know who. They will be staying the night. Sadly, our toilet is somewhat out of bounds, as there is a pathetic animal blocking the way."

He kicks me in the crotch again, making me squeal as I instinctively pull towards him. My binds resist and I bounce back against the radiator. I whimper, helplessly.

"Not to worry though, we have a perfect little toilet here," he continues, grabbing the underside of my muzzle and rubbing it gently.

"I'm sure you'll do just the job. Nothing more than just a public convenience. However, I hear this toilet may be leaky. I have just given you half a bottle of laxative. I do hope you can remain clean for our guests. If you don't, you will be punished."

I gulp, realising the challenge that now lies ahead of me. My stomach twists, partly in fear and partly due to what I've consumed. I feel a twitching in my tailhole and worry I'm about to fill my diaper there and then. The feeling soon abates as I contemplate the next twelve hours, my determination building to be the best toilet I can be. I then hear a zip somewhere in the ether.

"Whoops! I forgot to flush!" he sneers before a familiar acrid flavour invades my mouth. I close my eyes as I hungrily gulp down my Master's piss, ensuring that I don't spill a single drop. If I do, I know I will be punished.

As I drink, I hear the funnel continuing to fill up, the tinkling sound reminding me of a real toilet. His stream is relentless and drinking is hard with the gag in my mouth, but at least it takes the taste away from that awful laxative. Once done, I smile as he zips himself back up.

"Good toilet," he says, patting me on the head. "Such a good little toilet."

He then flicks off the bathroom light and shuts the door behind him, leaving me to my fate.