The Perverse Journey of a Human Toilet: Learning to Enjoy Piss and Shit
Miss Yara and I were determined to push the boundaries of our captive's training as a human toilet. We'd wrapped him in mummification foil, leaving him completely immobilized and unable to resist our perverse desires. The air around us was thick with anticipation as we prepared for the day's new lesson: teaching him to find pleasure in receiving our waste.
First, we teased him with our seductive asses, commanding him to lick and worship our taut buttocks. The scent of our feces and urine filled the room, causing his nose to twitch in anticipation. We could see his cock throbbing beneath the thin layer of foil, eager for release.
As if on cue, Miss Yara announced that she needed to pee. She stepped forward and positioned her pussy inches from his nose, taunting him with the scent of her hot, steaming urine. With a sly smile, she unleashed a torrent of piss directly onto his face. The warmth of her piss ran down his cheeks, stinging his eyes and filling his mouth. It was clear he was both terrified and aroused by the experience.
Next, she moved to the side, revealing a container filled with her golden nectar. "Drink it all," she commanded, placing the cup against his lips. He obediently opened his mouth and let the piping hot liquid seep into his parched throat. A small moan escaped his lips as the clean, yet strangely alluring taste of her piss washed over him.
I watched with a mixture of amusement and lust as my slave struggled against his bonds, his body betraying his arousal. It was time for me to contribute my share to his training. I too, walked over to the container, unleashing a massive load of shit onto the floor. A turd that resembled a huge dick topped with a glistening glob of mucus stared back at him. I laughed as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. "Today, you will become acquainted with our special blend of toilet training," I announced, my voice echoing off the cold walls.
With a devious grin, I knelt down and presented my anus. "Eat my shit," I commanded, watching as his tongue snaked out of his mouth to meet the putrid offering. As he dutifully cleaned my asshole, I felt a rush of power course through my veins. Our captive was truly submitting to our desires, and it turned us both on.
Slowly, we fed him our waste: mouthful after mouthful of sticky, warm shit and streams of piss that gushed forth from our bodies. His face contorted with disgust and pleasure, but he never resisted our commands. We even went as far as feeding him both our offerings together, coating his tongue and mouth in a revolting yet erotic mixture.
Finally, it was time for the final lesson. We untied his dick from the foil, freeing it from its prison. His cock sprang free, throbbing and covered in a sheen of sweat. "Suck it clean," I ordered, presenting my shit-covered dick to him. He hesitated for a moment before burying his face between my thighs. His tongue lapped at my shaft, cleaning off every last trace of our filth.
As he worked, I could feel the powerful orgasm building within me. It was a mix of emotions: disgust, fear, arousal, and submission. It was then that I realized our captive had become more than just a toilet - he was an extension of our desires, a vessel for us to express our darkest fantasies.
With a powerful thrust, I unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky cum onto his face. It mixed with the remains of our waste, creating a disgusting, yet undeniably erotic, cocktail. We'd succeeded in pushing him to his limits and beyond. Our human toilet had learned his place in our twisted and perverse world.
