WARNING! This story contains heavy scat play, including themes of scat eating and toilet slavery. If this isn't to your liking, turn back now if it's not your cup of tea.

One thing I have quickly learned is to be careful. There is always a mistake to be made somewhere; a seat belt unbuckled, or in my case, a door unlocked. I moved in to my new apartment a couple of weeks back and I was just getting used to the place. It was a quaint little studio apartment, intended to be temporary housing as I saved up to buy a house. My landlord was this sweet thirty-something year old woman named Helen, and she would frequently come by to chat. I was new to the area and had very little friends outside of work, so I appreciated the company. She was very intrusive, though, as I would soon find out.