As the sun started to set, Maria's excitement for the upcoming party with her friends was building. She had called her trusty toiletslave, Faith, earlier in the day and ordered him to give her legs an oil massage and worship them. Now, after hours of indulging in the pleasures of pampering herself, she was ready to face the night ahead.
Maria was in her late thirties with long, shiny black hair that reached down to her slim waist. Her body was toned and sculpted from years of going to the gym religiously. She wore a tight, curve-hugging dress that highlighted her ample assets perfectly. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control over Faith.
She heard a knock on the door and knew it was time for Faith to arrive. Opening it slowly, she watched as he came in, his eyes fixed on her legs, which were still slightly oily from the massage. "I see you've been taking care of my legs," she said with a smirk.
"Yes, Mistress Maria," he replied, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal radiating off of her.
She gestured for him to kneel down in front of her. "That's right, slave. Now worship my feet as you've been trained to do." Faith hesitated for only a moment before bending over and placing his head at her feet. He hesitated for a moment before starting to kiss and lick the bottom of her dress, his tongue tracing the outline of her toes.
Maria let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the way Faith's actions made her feel powerful and desired. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. As he continued to worship her feet and legs, she felt herself growing more and more turned on.
After a while, she stood up, causing Faith to look up at her with pleading eyes. "That's enough for now, slave. But there's still one final task for you tonight." She explained that she was going to meet up with her bizarre friend Anita, who had a rather peculiar kink involving swallowing diarrhea.
Faith's heart sank at the thought of what was about to come next. He knew that he was about to be used as a human toilet, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Maria led him over to Anita's house, where they were greeted by the smell of stale alcohol mixed with something else equally as revolting. Anita was a younger woman in her late twenties, with bright red hair and a mischievous smile on her face. She looked at Faith lustfully, her eyes trailing up and down his body before finally landing on his gaping mouth.
"Ah, you brought the toilet with you!" Anita laughed, before grabbing Faith by the hair and forcing him to his knees in front of a toilet. "Now take a big whiff of this, toiletslave." She pulled down her panties, revealing her pale, puckered behind. "This is what you're here for."
As Faith forced himself to take in the nauseating smell of Anita's anal gases, Maria watched with a mixture of amusement and disgust. She knew this was going to be a spectacle, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Faith.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Anita pushed Faith's head down into the toilet bowl. He retched and gagged as he felt warm liquid filling up his mouth, trickling down his throat. He could feel his stomach churning, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He was at the mercy of these two sadistic women.
As the two women watched, they couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the broken man kneeling before them. They were in control, able to manipulate him however they pleased. And for now, that was enough.
Soon enough, the task was over, and Faith was allowed to crawl away, his mouth filled with the taste of feces and vomit. He made his way back to Maria, who was waiting for him outside. She patted him on the head before leading him back to his own home, where he would sleep alone with the taste of shame lingering in his mouth.
