To a huge extent!

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Please do not carry out any of the activities portrayed in the chapter in the manner or spirit I describe them! As this is ultimately a snuff story, I can kinda ignore the basic principles/rules behind a healthy and successful BDSM relationship, but IRL any BDSM activities/fetish play should be done in a sane, safe, respectful and consensual way. They should also be conducted fully sober, NOT under the influence of ANY substances to ensure the safety, wellbeing and happiness of all participants. After care is important!

Stay happy, safe and kinky everybody!

Whilst she was eating her lunch, Jess thought about new things she might need to prepare for tomorrow. She ordered a heavy duty scrubbing brush with hard, coarse bristles, some specialist leather cleaner and freshener as well as some new waterproof lining for the toilet box. She also ordered some scented soap and some body spray to help her brother make a good impression on her guests tomorrow. As she was about to check out a little pop up notification appeared on her phone screen.

'Before you check out, would you like to add a heavy duty, retractable ceiling suspension hook to your order? It can hold weights of up to 14000 lbs.' A host of new possibilities opened up to Jess as she saw that. She immediately clicked yes, and checked out. 'Thank you for your order, as this is your first time ordering from us, we are happy to inform you that you have been given same day delivery priority! Your Order should be with you by 20:00 this evening!' Her eyes widened at this stroke of good fortune. That would allow her a solid 5 more hours of streaming and give her time to get ready for the delivery.

As she made her way back to her room, and unpleasant gurgling and churning sensation started in her stomach, she felt her asshole involuntarily clench hard. The curry and beer were doing their work! She smirked evilly. This afternoon's streaming session would be hell on earth for you.

She got to her room and made sure everything was properly in position. She checked the clock on her monitor, she still has 20 minutes left before resuming the stream. "Open wide bro! And open your throat too! Or learn to swallow fast! This is going to be nasty!" She giggled excitedly, and carefully positioned herself with her spasming ass directly over you mouth. Without warning a hot, wet, sticky jet of something sprayed into your mouth and hit the back of your throat. You thrashed wildly but uselessly against your restraints. You bucked hard, trying to throw your demon of a little sister off you! The taste was toxic. It tasted like a farm smelt. Rotting manure and mulch. You gagged and wretched but couldn't throw up due to the downward pressure of your sister's ass. Your eyes were blinded by stinging tears behind your blindfold. After 3 more spurts of that nuclear detritus, Jess's stomach seemed to settle down. "Clean!" She ordered.

You tried to shake your head, you tried to beg her not to make you do this, but your words just came out as a pathetic, whining "mmmmmnph".

"Clean me now, and I promise to give you a reward tomorrow! A really nice reward!" She did feel a little bad for what she had just subjected him to after all. She hadn't expected it to be that bad! She had felt your tears soaking through the blindfold and running down your cheeks onto her naked lower cheeks. Slowly and hesitantly you stuck your tongue out and started to clean. Sitting herself down more firmly, forcing your tongue deeper into her messy hole, she resumed the stream. It was 2:30 on the dot. A few minutes in, she felt her ass had been suitably cleaned, and she shifted backwards slightly, so her pussy was over your mouth and your nose was once again pressed firmly to her little rosebud.

At around the 3 hour mark, Jess desperately needed to pee, but didn't want to pause the stream, but didn't want to risk pissing on the floor or letting on to her audience that there was something else going on beneath her desk. Fortunately she soon stumbled across a hidden treasure chest in the game. She moved her character over to it "and open!" She opened the chest at the exact same moment you resignedly obeyed her instructions, and opened your mouth. She let her bladder loose. "Aw shit!" She exclaimed, barely succeeding in masking her relief at easing the pressure in her bladder as disappointment at the contents of the treasure chest. To you, after the horror of being **** to consume what you now realised was your sister's diarrhea, her piss tasted fresh. It was refreshing and citrus like. It was like a tall glass of lemonade on a hot summer's day. She sent the items back to camp and continued to stream as if nothing had just happened.

The last two hours of streaming went by in an instant. "Ok folks, let's wrap it up there!" Jess decided, "I can see many of you have DM'd me asking for the mod link, which I'll pin in the chat now for you guys. But how come none of you are interested in my blog?" She pouted slightly.

One of the moderators in her chat replied. "It's because we already know about your blog :p, you are one sick and twisted legend! Lol. I think most if not all of us are eagerly anticipating it's conclusion on Friday! BTW, you really should think about using different usernames for different social media sites if you want to remain anonymous!" Jess blushed furiously, what a huge frigging blunder, of course people would find her blog naturally, if they just did a Google search on her username. Still she has the consent form signed and the doctor's note, so she should be covered and protected.

"Alright, see you guys next time!" She waved, **** a cheery smile and quickly cut the stream. Sitting back fully, completely cutting off your air, she ran her fingers through her hair and groaned in annoyance. You would never have made such an obvious and careless mistake, she thought. She had tried to find your social media presence a few times over the years, but she had never found anything real. The accounts she had managed to find all had different names and email addresses associated with them, and although they were all clearly yours they were never around very long. A few weeks at most.

Eventually she stood up, untied your wrists from her chair and started preparing you to go back into the box. Just as she was finishing tightening and fastening the straps on the bench, the doorbell rang. She quickly threw on some panties and jeans, and went to answer.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction and imagination. Please do not carry out any of the activities portrayed in the chapter in the manner or spirit I describe them! As this is ultimately a snuff story, I can kinda ignore the basic principles/rules behind a healthy and successful BDSM relationship, but IRL any BDSM activities/fetish play should be done in a sane, safe, respectful and consensual way. They should also be conducted fully sober, NOT under the influence of ANY substances to ensure the safety, wellbeing and happiness of all participants. After care is important!

Stay happy, safe and kinky everybody!