Author: poor celain
Title: Make a Swish Foundation - The Induction
Part: I
Universe: bottomservant's Life of Tyler
Summary: Tyler's step-mother sends him to the Make a Swish Foundation.  
Keywords: NC, Fm, infantilism, humil, heavy scat, corporal

Make a Swish Foundation-Chapter I: Day One, the Induction

Tyler arrived at the Make a Swish Foundation in a heavily drugged condition, and he was 
amazed by its beautiful landscaping and architecture which he observed coming up the 
drive—yet quickly forgot about as his mind meandered through the pharmacopeias of his 
particular prescription; Laura, his rather stern step-mother, had given him one gram of 
opiated hashish and two Viagra pills.  He kept getting a hard-on and losing it; then it would 
return and he wasn’t able to hide his erection, which was sticking out of his pants.  Laura sat 
alertly beside him enjoying his predicament and she too seemed to be in awe at the splendid 
quality of the beautiful grounds, the topiaries, the hedges, and the entrance to the maze.

Tyler was wearing his sailor’s suit, which made him look all his fourteen years, in which he 
also looked ridiculous, which had caused adjustment problems for him in regular school, so 
it was that this school offered him a new beginning, and a place to be accepted as the sissy-
boy his stepmother wanted him to become.  Although he had wanted his father to attend his 
indoctrination to the new school, she had quashed it, saying that this was “girl’s business.”

The taxi pulled up at the front door and Laura and her step-son emerged before the grand 
entrance to the place.  Tyler was a bit agitated because he needed to go the bathroom; his 
mother hadn’t let him go pooh-pooh for several days, and besides that he had to pee.   From 
the trunk the driver brought out Tyler’s sparkling pink suitcase covered with glittering stars 
and rainbows and placed them on the steps.  Tyler watched in awe as the front doors 
opened.  A young boy, not much older than Tyler, came out from the building totally naked 
and was sporting a very hard erection that appeared to be drooling with pre-cum.  The boy’s 
lips appeared to be painted brown with a thick lipstick, and he continually collected the 
white syrup from his cock and sucked it into his mouth as he came down the steps.  

Within a minute, the boy gathered Tyler’s pink suitcases and returned to the building. 

A moment later, the head mistress Juliana emerged from the entrance.  Juliana was a large 
red-haired woman, about six feet tall and very comely.   She was dressed in a blue leather 
corset that presented her large rock-hard breasts, a pair of tan Jodhpurs with a heavy-duty 
black zipper that ran from the top of her crotch all the way around her ass.  She wore black 
riding boots and, on top of all this, she sported a very large black rubber strap-on dildo 
harnessed into place that seemed to point at anyone who was looking at it.  Tyler just stared 
at her with fear as she came down the steps towards him, the dildo bobbing in the air.  As 
she directed herself to Tyler his penis shriveled. Her fierce dildo bobbed through the air but 
seemed to correct its course towards his face.  Finally, Juliana stood before him.  Since Tyler 
was only about four feet tall, and because she was on a higher step, the dildo head of 
Juliana’s strap-on was sticking directly in his face.  In his drugged condition, the front of his 
white sailor pants became yellow with a trickle of pee.

Noticing his reaction immediately, his step-mother apologized for her son’s misdeed and 
thanked Mistress Juliana for taking him on.  She assured that Tyler would obey and be a 
good little girl.  Mistress Juliana said, “You should say your goodbyes.”

Laura turned to him, “Now I am leaving and I want you to behave and follow every order 
Mistress Juliana gives you.    You are here to learn to eat shit and suck cock.  When I take 
you back you must be skilled in both these things.  After that, I will invest you as a total 
whore and piss-drinking slave.  While you are here you will follow instructions and do as you 
are told.  The rest of your pathetic life will be spent licking and worshipping turd, eating shit, 
sucking cock and pussy, and showing everyone how much you enjoy it.

With that, Tyler’s step-mother returned to the cab, shut the door and drove away.

Mistress Juliana led the much drugged Tyler to her office, at times supporting him as he 
really wasn’t himself.  The drugs he was on seemed to affect his ability to navigate the hall.  
In her office, there was a fire burning in the Victorian fireplace, and on the wall there was a 
collection of whips, canes, quirts and riding crops.  The chair in front of her desk, where 
Tyler was obviously supposed to sit, sported a twelve inch dildo, standing straight up, affixed 
with a fat suction cup to the seat.  Mistress Juliana indicated through gestures that Tyler 
should take a seat, but he chose to stand, nervously, waiting for whatever was next, hoping 
he wouldn’t faint.  Mistress Juliana walked up to the boy and began to evaluate him.  

“The first thing,” she said, “we have to get you out of those clothes.  A sailor suit is cute for 
a young man, but you are here to learn to be a queer sissy boy shit-fag.”

She then unzipped his trousers and pulled them to his ankles.  To his embarrassment, his 
penis stood out proudly before him, apparently loving this and the earlier humiliations of his 
situation, especially in his intoxicated and drugged dream-state.  His new mistress then 
slowly grazed her perfectly manicured nails across his small but extremely hard erection with 
great satisfaction.   “Well, this is a good sign,” she said.  “I can see you are sexually 
responsive to the treatment you are getting.  I am sure we will be successful in our training.  
Now get the rest of those clothes off, immediately!”

Somewhat confused, and still drugged, Tyler undressed before her and was soon standing 
buck naked next to the chair with the enormous dildo that seemed to sway in the wind yet 
always righting itself towards the ceiling.  Mistress Juliana gathered up his sailor boy costume 
and tossed it into the fireplace, happy to watch it burst into flames and smoke.  Tyler’s small 
penis was still erect and in fact was beginning to trickle pre-cum in a thin white rope that was 
making its way to the floor at his feet.  

“Very nice,” Mistress Juliana said.  “You are going to be very happy here.  You mother was 
right to enroll you in our program.”  She then addressed him to the dildo on the naughty 
seat before him.  “You don’t have to sit on that today,” she said.  “But get your legs apart!  
Move yourself over so that you can feel the head of that fat dildo against your rectum.  One 
day soon, you will get excited anticipating its presence just within reach of your butt hole.”  

Tyler obediently moved his feet as far away from each other as possible.  This meant slightly 
squatting and his penis and testicles were widely exposed, not to mention the brown rosebud 
of his anus.  He maneuvered himself to where he could feel the dildo head touching his 
rectum.  Juliana examined his stature, running her hand between his buttocks and reaching 
under to cup his balls, and directing the dildo closer to the hole between his cheeks, nestling 
it in between his cheeks.  His cheeks clenched up, embracing the dildo head.  Laura smiled.  
She then removed her hand and moved behind her desk and sat down.  

“I can see that your mother keeps you nicely shaved and pink,” she said.  “This is good for a 
sissy shit whore.”  Lifting up a big yellow flower basket, she placed in on the desk in front of 
Tyler.  The basket was overflowing with nasty objects.  Tyler could see two or three dildos, a 
butt plug, a dog bowl and a pink sippy-cup with little clowns.  There were also child-safe 
plastic utensils and several pairs of plastic panties with animal pictures on them.

	“This is your welcome basket,” she said, removing the dildos one by one and placing 
them on the desk before Tyler.  The biggest dildo, also twelve inches long and about three 
inches wide, she stroked as if she were masturbating it.  “These rubber dildos will help you 
learn how to hold a man’s penis, perform hand-jobs and fellatio, and how to hold the head 
of a man’s cock in your mouth while he urinates.  The smaller dildos are to train your 
asshole so you can take it up the ass.”  

She then displayed a leather penis gag with a big fat rubber dick head.  “This,” she said, “is 
for when you complain too much.  Your training can continue but you will be forced into 
silence and will be able to continue to adjust to having a cock-head in your mouth.  It has a 
urethra so we can force piss into your mouth.”

She then reached for the fat butt plug.  “Your butt plug will be worn when you are not 
performing other duties.  You are expected to keep it clean, but you are only allowed to 
clean it with your mouth!”

The head of Tyler’s penis suddenly emitted a new surge of white cum that drooled down to 
the floor, and Mistress Juliana noticed it immediately.  “Excellent response!” she exclaimed.  
“That brings us to the sippy-cup!”

Placing the pink sippy cup on the desk, she began to describe its purpose.  “This cup will be 
your constant companion.  It will always be filled with piss!  Observe!” she said.  Mistress 
Juliana removed the top of the sippy cup and placed it in the middle of her desk.  She 
climbed up on the desk and unzipped the crotch of her Jodhpurs from the front all the way 
back to her ass.  Lifting her huge strap-on out of the way, she then crouched, providing 
Tyler with a vision of her pussy and ass, and began to direct her torrent of urine into Tyler’s 
new sippy cup.  When the cup was nearly full, she stopped her golden stream and both of 
them watched as a few dribbles collected on the desk.  She then got down from the desk and 
took her seat again, her crotch wide open and her legs wide spread, the rubber cock 
bouncing in the air.  She noticed her froth floating on the top of the pee.  She began to 
finger herself.  “Screw the lid back on,” she said.  Tyler instinctively did as he was told.

Juliana continued, “You will drink from this cup all day long and it will always be in your 
hand, whether you are in class or walking on the grounds, or at dinner.  Whenever it is 
empty, it is your duty to ask someone to fill it up for you.  There are plenty of girls and 
several security guards on campus who will be happy to oblige, to keep you drinking their 
piss.  If you fail to keep it full or fail to keep drinking from it, your punishment will be 
severe.”

Several yellow and pink pastel t-shirts came next.  Each one had a glittery motto on the 
chest, such as “Fluffer”, “Toilet” and “Piss Fag”.  Juliana explained, “These shirts constitute 
your weekly uniform and are meant to help you learn to be yourself and understand your 
purpose in life”.  She continued, “Most of the time, you won’t be allowed to wear pants.  But 
for special humiliation training, there are these...”  

Mistress Juliana then laid out several pairs of pink plastic sissy pants that were decorated 
with teddy bears and yellow ducks.  They were equipped with a locking mechanism and there 
was a small elastic hole in the front for the penis and balls to go through.  The elastic was 
intended to close tightly around the base of the cock and balls like a cock ring, sealing the 
genitals outside the treasure zone of the plastic pants.

“The penis hole is so that your penis will always be visible to us while we evaluate your 
progress,” she said, “and so we have access to your balls for brutal punishment.  As long as 
your penis is partially or fully erect we will know that your training is going well; so long as 
your balls are beaten, we will know that you are with us.  Otherwise, the plastic pants are 
meant to be your poopy toilet, where you will shit whenever you are not shitting for other 
purposes.  And, by the way, you will not shit without supervision or permission, but only 
when instructed.  When you do shit, you will always do it squatting and directly into your 
plastic pants.  You may be required to defecate at any time, and you may be required to carry 
the shit load with you for several days at a time.  You must remember, when you urinate, 
that is called pee-pee.  When a girl, a woman or a man urinates, it is called piss.  When you 
defecate, it is called pooh-pooh; when a girl, a woman or a man defecates it is called shit.  
While you are here you will never shit or piss, you will only pee and go poop, and only when 
you are given permission.  When you want to fill your pissy cup—Oops, I mean sippy cup—
you will request piss; when you need to eat shit, you will ask for shit, not pooh-pooh. 

Now Juliana removed the large, sparkling white porcelain dog bowl and set it on her desk.  
Around its edge the words “SHIT EATER” were emblazoned in dark brown letters making 
it very clear what its purpose was.  “Eventually,” she said,” you will be eating shit from this 
bowl for the daily amusement of everyone.   You will become an expert at devouring big fat 
chewy turds and lapping up runny shit as well.”

Tyler’s erection suddenly erupted with a full ejaculation which shot up and hit him in the 
face, while some of it made its way to the pool of pre-cum on the floor in front of him.  His 
face and upper body turned a lobster red dripping with white gooey embarrassment.

	Mistress Juliana chuckled and then acknowledged, “I guess I don’t need to ask you if 
you have anything to say, not with that cum all over your face.  Now take your faggot fingers 
and scoop all that white spunk into your mouth and lick your hand clean.  After that I want 
you on your knees licking up all the sperm from the floor!”

In his drugged state, Tyler did as he was told.  His dick was still hard and dripping more cum 
onto the floor before him.  He wiped his face clean and sucked up all the sperm and licked 
his hands.  When he was finished, knowing he had no choice, he submissively got down on 
the floor and began licking up all the jism he could find.

Juliana instructed further, “While you are down there you may as well get your first beating.  
You should be aware that you will be beaten every day, at least once.  Get you’re ass up in 
the air where I can reach it, and keep your knees apart!”  Mistress Juliana went over to her 
collection of riding crops and whips that were displayed on the wall beside her desk.  
Selecting her favorite crop, she slowly walked in her riding boots past Tyler’s face with his 
tongue on the floor and moved around behind him, staring at his perfect little bottom the 
whole way.  “Raise your ass higher,” she instructed, and he did so, presenting her with a fine 
target for a good ass-whipping.  She said, “Now reach behind you with both hands and 
spread your butt cheeks.  I want to whip your anus.  Keep them spread wide while I whip 
you!”

Again, Tyler did as he was told.  He reached up behind himself and spread his ass cheeks 
apart, exposing his rectum to his new Mistress.  Mistress Juliana noted that her strap-on 
dildo seemed to be bobbing up and down in front of his anus while she prepared to deliver 
the first blow to his ass.  

Helpless in her own right, Juliana reached down and fingered his asshole.  Digging deeper, 
she noticed that Tyler had a turd up there, and she swiftly removed her finger and sucked it 
into her mouth.

“You have shit up there!” she declared.  She raised the crop and brought it down quickly 
against his fingers and buttocks.  The next blow was carefully targeted to his anus, a blow 
that drove his face and tongue deeply into the pool of scum before him.  Then she began 
whipping his ass wildly, delivering blow after blow for about ten minutes.  When she was 
done, after she finally experienced her orgasm, as she stood over his quivering body and told 
him, “My boy, you are a natural!  Now I am going to fuck you up the ass.”  

Dipping the fingers of her right hand into the open jar of petroleum jelly on her desk, she 
greased up the rubber dildo that protruded from her harness.  She then kneeled down over 
her charge and began to gently and slowly feed the dildo into Tyler’s rectum.  “Relax and 
push out,” she instructed.  “Take it!” she said.

Tyler, as drugged as he was, cried out but tried to relax to allow the dildo easier and less 
painful entrance to his body cavity.  He groaned as the big fat rubber cock slid deeply into 
his anal passage, painfully pushing his turds back into his lower intestine.  Juliana began to 
fuck him slowly, deeply, and thoroughly.  Tyler’s cock became hard again, and he wiggled his 
ass carefully to give her better access.  She then began to fuck harder and faster and fucked 
him straight for about twenty minutes, she herself having several orgasms during the 
process.  Giving him a generous reach around, Juliana jerked his cock as she fucked him and 
he came again, but she continued to fuck him up the ass even though he was no longer 
excited and all his cum was spent.  As she tired, she withdrew the dildo and stood above his 
totally fucked body.  His anus was relaxed and stretched, gaping unbelievably wide open and 
seemed to breathe and quiver like a dark cavern of flesh.  Juliana sighed with satisfaction, 
and she experienced perhaps her tenth orgasm, looking down into it.  She then noticed that 
her strap-on dildo was covered with Tyler’s shit, thick clumps of dark feces from deep inside 
Tyler’s asshole, some pieces at least two inches thick.

Tyler was shaking on the floor, sobbing.  

	“You know what you are supposed to do now, don’t you, toilet?” she said.  Tearfully, 
quietly complaining in groans, Tyler got up on his knees, turned about, and began to eat his 
own shit from the head of her dildo.  He took the big clumps first and seemed to have no 
problem moving them to the back of his throat and swallowing.  Once the larger pieces were 
gone, Juliana grabbed his head and began fucking his face.   “That’s it my boy,” she said.   
“Keep eating and sucking, eating shit and sucking.  Worship it, run your mouth along the fat 
dildo shaft and suck down the shit slime.  What a good little shit eater you are.”  Against his 
will, Tyler’s youthful cock began again to stand at full mast while he paid his respects to 
Juliana’s shit-covered rubber strap-on.  “Soon,” she continued, “you will be doing this for 
real big cocks and be able to consume larger amounts of shit!”  Despite himself, Tyler 
ejaculated again, this time all over Juliana’s riding boots.  At fourteen, his testicles were very 
productive.  The only reason Juliana noticed was because he seemed to quiver and shake 
with the rubber cock head in his mouth.  Looking down, Juliana could see what had 
happened.  “Lick that cum off my boots immediately,” she said.  “All that cum belongs in 
your mouth and stomach!”

Again, submissive Tyler followed directions and did as he was told.

	“I think you have done very well during the admissions interview,” Mistress Juliana 
said, looking down at his shamed red face, his shit-covered lips.  “It is good that you like to 
be ashamed!  But I will teach you to take pride in your humiliation, and to eat real turds and 
suck real cock.  You will also learn to eat pussy and asshole with great gusto.  We have a lot 
of girls here, and they are dominant.  You will be allowed to masturbate only once a week, 
on Friday evenings after dinner, under supervision, of course.  Otherwise, it will be okay if 
you cum while performing sissy or toilet duties, so long as you are not caught stimulating 
yourself with your fingers and hands.  Except on masturbation day, your ejaculations must 
be involuntary!”  

	“Now it is time to show you to your room.  You will crawl naked before me, with 
your welcome basket on your back, and your ass in the air.  We will go down the hall to your 
room and you can get some rest in preparation for tomorrow.  You will need your rest!  
First, put these on.”  Juliana tossed a pair of knee pads on the floor; they were decorated 
with images of toilets.   “These will protect your knees,” she said.  “You will be doing a great 
deal of crawling while you are here.”  She also tossed him a pair of pink leg warmers for his 
lower legs.

Tyler sat up, placing his naked bottom on the floor and slid the kneepads onto his legs up to 
his knees.  Then he rolled on the leg warmers and looked very girlish.  “Now get up on all 
fours,” she said.  “Get your back straight and keep it straight.”  Tyler did as he was told and 
was soon on his hands and knees.  Juliana placed the welcome basket upon his back and 
replaced the objects that she had used to educate him regarding the Foundation’s 
expectations of him.  The dildos and plastic panties glistened in the light, but since it was all 
on his back he couldn’t see it.  She then retrieved a dark brown permanent magic marker 
from her desktop and began to write the words “FUCK HOLE” across his ass, one word on 
each cheek and an arrow underlining each word pointing directly to Tyler’s ass crack, like 
directions.

	“Let’s go!” she said, opening the door to her office.  “Keep your ass in the air.” Tyler 
crawled out the door into the hallway.  He was careful to keep the basket balanced on his 
back.  As his head emerged into the hall, he could hear and see people walking all around 
him.  Mostly they appeared to be young girls in equestrian costumes, all of them carrying 
riding crops.  The younger girls appeared to be completely naked, nothing to adorn them but 
sluttish red make-up and a gold chain around the waist.  From his lowly angle he noticed 
another young boy pushing a platter down the hall with his face.  It seemed to Tyler that the 
platter had several steamy turds laid across its surface as it went by.  He could smell the 
feces.  Tyler was grateful that he wasn’t pushing a plate of shit through the hall.

	THWACK!  Tyler felt the sting immediately and nearly lost his balance.  Mistress 
Juliana had brought down the riding crop across Tyler’s ass.  “Keep moving, bitch!” she said.  
“Always keep your eyes low!  Eyes forward!  You should pay attention to whatever is going 
on below a person’s waist.  You are here to learn about genitals and excrement, so stop 
trying to get to know anyone for any reason.  Your life no longer exists above the waist.  
You are going to become a whore and a toilet that is all.”

At the far end of the hall, Mistress Juliana and Tyler seemed to arrive at their destination.  
She removed the basket of sex toys from his back and placed it by the entrance, an opening 
that did not seem to have a door.  “Get up,” she said, “and examine your quarters.”

Tyler stood up and stepped down into the room.  He examined his room carefully.  

It was tiled from ceiling to floor, like a bathroom, but there was no toilet.  There was, 
however, a drain in the corner and a power hose curled up on the wall.  The walls were 
decorated with enlarged detailed digital photographic glossy prints of enormous turds and 
penises, some erect and some hanging large and low.  The ceiling was a super-realistic 
painting of a woman’s asshole shitting down into the viewer’s perspective.  In the opposite 
corner from the drain, a rubber mat was laid out as a bed with a pillow-like object that was 
actually a latex reproduction of a woman’s bottom, complete with an asshole and vagina 
from behind.  It looked as if someone had packed the rubber asshole and the butt crack with 
feces.

By now, Tyler was nearly bursting with the need to go pooh-pooh.  “Mistress,” he said, “I 
need to go to the bathroom.  Where is the toilet?”  

Juliana looked at him and shook her head in disbelief.  She said, “Well that would be you!  It 
must be time for your first pair of plastic panties!”  She then handed him his gift basket.  “So 
which pair does the piddle snivel bunny like the most?”

Tyler then swooned and fainted, overcome by the drugs and exhaustion, and all the events 
of his day.











