I had a toilet scene this morning. Incase you are wondering it means that a human mouth served as My toilet. Vomit, shit and piss.

I wanted to add a little variant to it. I ate 4 cans of corn. Maybe I had too much corn because it was very difficult to move, or maybe it was that I am on My period. Even with fiber pills I had to use a splash of water to help move.

I need to try the trick Harlequin told Me she does…she eats lots of mashed potatoes.

Today there was a post I saw on Max Fisch about how a Mistress shouldn’t charge more than a regular session for scat…and even though My sessions are all the same rate, I think it isn’t at all unreasonable to charge more for the planning and preparation for toilet…especially since toilet training isn’t that easy to time and can be harsh on your body.

In the South toilet training doesn’t seem to be a common practice so people can’t usually be a bargain shopper, but in places like New York the prodomme scene is more hardcore. And when being cheap you raise your likelyhood of encountering unhygenic activities (not that shit is squeeky clean, but atleast disease free people have disease free shit) with unsavory people.

Be prepared that the hardercore scenes, and extreme specialty scenes usually will come at a much higher expected tribute.