The Outside Toilet. A personal account - MAY TRIGGER -

An afternoon visit to the outside toilet.

I am a little girl.

I need to go to the toilet, but I hold it. I hold it as long as I possibly can.

He is at home, I know he will follow me. I don't need help - but he offers it - forces it - anyway.

He pulls down my pants and sits me on the toilet.

I do a wee, and it burns - like usual - I try to keep my face expressionless - but he sees my pain.

He asks what's wrong - as if he doesn't know - but I say nothing. I reach for the toilet paper, and my face goes red. I hate him watching me - he is constantly watching me.

He says he needs to 'check me' - just to be sure I wiped properly. Filthy bastard.

He sticks his hand into the toilet behind me and wipes my vagina with his bare hand. He expllains to me that this way he can tell if I'm still 'wet' or not.

He sniffs his hand. He explains to me that this way he can tell if I'm 'clean' or not. He says I am clean and dry, but I should smell his hand too - just to be sure that I agree. I close my eyes and breathe in - I tell him that I agree, that I am clean.

He lifts me off the toilet and pulls my pants up. he pats me on the bum and laughs while he says 'all finished'.

Thank God for that - I say to myself.