The Iso-Toilet : The Ultimate Full Toilet Training & Objectification Scene
This is my masterpiece. One of the most sky rocketing highs I've ever experienced from my career as a Professional Dominatrix. It all started with my client, Panda. He was a tough nut to crack, I could NOT get him into subspace for the life of me and from what he told me, I was not the only one. Panda had twenty years of experience in the Toronto Pro Domme circuit, ceaselessly trying to scratch that unseen, elusive kinky itch of his. He was so easy to talk to and sessions would quickly descend into chit-chatting about the local scene or good restaurants nearby or, anything really. He was so personable, too personable for the context. Not only would he pop me out of Top Space but he was clearly nowhere near being in sub space. I liked Panda as a person, we had a lot in common and I looked forward to his visits but this was not the purpose of our relationship, it wasn't my job to befriend him, it was my job to dominate him. So I did what I do best, I thought about it.
I'm a grade A navel gazer. I adore introspection and am quite the connoisseur of daydreaming. I'll introspect about myself, I'll introspect about you and I'll introspect about every goddamn person and/or object I come into contact with. It's quite irritating at times, to be completely honest, but every once in a while I get the opportunity to put that ceaseless machine in my head to good use and this was one of those times. As a fairly new Dominatrix at the time, a year into my professional career, I knew the likelihood was very low that I would be the one to crack Panda's impenetrable kink code. Despite the odds, I couldn't stop myself from trying. The elements were all right there in front of me and something was tickling the back of my mind about this.
Often in human sexuality, there are invisible paradigms that animate our desires, they're often related to our issues surrounding shame and deviance. Whether the structure of that animation is clear to us or not depends on the person. Some love to deconstruct their sexuality, some prefer to leave it a mystery. I love the deconstruction process so much that I've made it my job, so when I turned my gaze to Panda's sexuality, there was no looking back.
I started with what he told me, he had listed trampling, objectification, giantess, foot fetish, golden showers, brown showers, fart fetish, facesitting and light pain with some specifications about marks and consumption of brown. When I contrasted this with my actual live sessions with Panda, none of the above mentioned activities ever got him into subspace other than the brown showers and even that was short lived. I was never able to explore objectification because Panda could not stop being a giggly, adorably relatable guy, who was most definitely not in subspace. Great company, not the ideal "object".
This is where I exit what I'm being told and what I can see and get to float off into my favourite place: in between the lines.
I begin the meticulous process of auditing all the information I've been given, directly or indirectly. I recalled chatting with Panda and noticing that he seemed hyper aware, almost fidgety, a bit self conscious despite being a great conversationalist. Conscious of what though? Something inside of him was staying vigilant, keeping him safe from vulnerability and trust, ironically, the exact elements I needed to get him into subspace. I brought up the subject of anxiety, something I experience myself, and we instantly dove into the details of our shared burden. Talking about how it manifests for each of us, our management techniques and their varying levels of efficacy. This is when I realized that Panda is also quite cerebral, like me. He can speak articulately about his shortcomings, kinks and anything that would elicit a strong emotional defense in most. But emotional defense mechanisms are for those who don't hide behind the safety of detachment like Panda and I. Cozy in our fortress of thought, watching those silly feelings float by from safety of our stone framed windows.
Well it was about time someone heaved Panda from the window of his own thought fortress and it looked like it was going to be me after all.
I get it, it just arrives one night, I get the kink code. It was partially an accumulation of my ponderings combined with something Panda had recently requested. He asked about having multiple Dommes in one scene and when I asked him how many Dommes, he jokingly replied "All of Toronto". Now, many lust after the extreme but few actually want it and even fewer know why. I knew why. I knew why Panda wanted all of Toronto to "use him" like an object, the silencing of the cerebral mind, the first step toward that stone framed window. His instincts were spewing hints from the darkness of his spinning mind and I was the quiet listener, the witness. The shameful thoughts that intrude into the safety of his fortress, the feelings that won't be stored away below. They want to be illuminated, they want to spin into existence, they want to be cut open and extracted, laid upon the table and witnessed in the wide open space outside of those old, fortress walls.
I pictured Panda making conversation with a group of Dommes, politely endearing himself to each as we try to be strict, taking turns showering him in our brown. I knew then it had to be complete isolation. No contact, no human, just toilet. I had to construct an enclosed space for him where he couldn't hear or see us, left with only his sense of taste and smell. His head would be held in place, removing the feeling that this was voluntary, stripping him of his sense of autonomy. I wanted to strip his body away from him. You want to live in your head my dearest Panda? You'll be nothing but. When I let my perverse desires run to their wildest, I envisioned his body being reduced to nothing but an open mouth. An opening that could easily pass as the smooth, curved drain at the bottom of a toilet bowl. Just the right distance, designed for convenience and aesthetically pleasing from above. The mechanics of a plumbing system being something most of us take for granted. I wanted Panda's body to become like the silent plumbing system hidden in my walls, void of humanity, utterly taken for granted.
As above, not so below.
This is where my kinks started coalescing with Panda's, humming in tune like a blissful harmonic. This was speaking to levels of deep servitude that I had never imagined before. A human body, distorted and twisted into the opening of a toilet bowl for me and my friends to use at our leisure. The idea had me losing sleep with excitement. The duplicity of this scene was the most captivating part, like two separate scenes using each other as cogs, so poignantly opposed to each other yet perfectly dependent on the other. It was clear to me, the filth below could only be contrasted with beauty above.
As my guests arrived, they were presented with a large table top full of burning candles and fresh cut flowers. The sides of the round table upholstered in a colourful floral print and the top was a blonde, finished hardwood. The vibe was relaxed besides the joyful, nervous energy of meeting new Dommes, it felt very casual. Purses were tucked away, coffee was offered and water - lots of water - and each Domme found a spot to get comfortable. After the initial introductions were made, each would ask when the sub was showing up. With pride, each time, I would motion to the round 'table' and point out the toilet seat hidden amongst the candles. I would open it with delight and watch their faces as they each exclaimed in amazement. "He's already in there", I would say with a smile and when they lowered their voices I would explain that he couldn't hear or see us at all, he was in full sensory deprivation besides his mouth and nose. Fascinated, each would eagerly inspect the set up, peering into the toilet and behind at his legs, tucked into the corner.
I was completely flooded with the beauty of this moment, Panda getting his kinky code cracked, finally, while I got to experience my own bliss. Looking around at these beautiful, talented women that I'd only ever seen through the screen of my laptop and I realized that I needed this. We were laughing and talking and the time just flew by, it was unlike any scene I'd ever experienced. We pulled Panda out and quickly cleaned up. After a, much deserved, long shower, Panda joined us and we all got to interact with that friendly, agreeable guy I had stuffed into box a few hours earlier. We were all energized by the experience but Panda and I rode a different high into the next day. When I checked with him one-on-one, his expectations had been blown out of the water and he couldn't wait to book another multi-Domme session with the Iso-Toilet.
I've since hosted many of these scenes with Panda and others. I've even built my friend, Domina Jayne Doe, her own Iso-Toilet for her dungeon in Scarborough. We've had people travel to us from different countries specifically to experience the Iso-Toilet and this past summer we got to use it with one of Canada's most worshiped Dominatrices, Mistress Damazonia of Vancouver (pictured above).
So that's the story of how the Iso-Toilet got created. If you're interested in booking a session please contact me via my booking form or email me directly at firstname.lastname@example.org. There are many ways the Iso-Toilet can be set up to accommodate each individual's needs.
A few of my co-conspirators featured in the animated gif above:
Domina Jayne Doe
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Lovely, little sadist living in Toronto, Ontario. This is my journal, where my brain gets to play.