Today is an incredibly important day for my slave. After so many years at my service, it's finally time for him to experience his ultimate fate. He will be used as my personal toilet and receive my divine shit. I call him before me on the throne and make it clear what is expected of him. He must stretch out on the ground and assume the position of a toilet bowl. But oh dear, he seems to be doing it wrong! What an idiot, I can't help but taste his worthless excrement! First things first, I'll reward him with a delicious warm load of shit. With pleasure, I observe as he struggles to contain my offering between his lips while swallowing hard against the taste that invades his senses.
Next, I decide to treat him further to a mouthful of my fresh morning piss. The delicious salty nectar runs down his chin, pooling on the floor, but he seems unfazed by such a waste. It's interesting how he reacts to my feces. His cock is rock-hard, betraying his lustful desires beneath the surface of his submission. I might just take advantage of this opportunity.
Removing his undergarments, I order him to cum while swallowing my shit. The hot rush of his climax mixed with my warm excrement creates a cocktail of filth and pleasure that he laps up eagerly. As he tastes himself in my feces, I see the realization dawning on his face—he's addicted to this disgusting act. But the fun doesn't end here. From now on, he will become even more accustomed to consuming my shit and piss. At first, I wasn't quite sure how much more of this depraved act he could take, but seeing his lustful enthusiasm for it all, I am beginning to believe he might be capable of anything.
For the next few days, his training will continue. And who knows? Maybe I can even help him slim down by making him consume my shit on a regular basis! The thought alone sends a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but wonder what other perversions lie hidden within the depths of his soul, waiting to be unleashed. As for now, however, my little slave has had his hands full with becoming my personal toilet. And yet, there's something about the way he looks at me, that lustful hunger in his eyes, that tells me he wouldn't have it any other way.
