As I walked into Miss Medea's luxurious home on Valentine's Day, my heart raced with anticipation. Today was going to be a special day, not only because it was Valentine's Day but also because I had been invited to join her in training a toilet slave.
"Ah, Rosella, just in time," she greeted me with a sultry smile. "Meet our newest toy, Chris. He's agreed to be our living toilet today."
Chris, a young and handsome man, knelt on the floor before us, his gaze downcast in submission. His t-shirt was already removed, revealing a pair of tight black shorts that hugged his muscular thighs.
"Now, the first test of a good toilet slave is their ability to take our divine piss," Medea purred. "Open your mouth wide, Chris."
Chris parted his lips obediently, and Medea walked up to him, her gown swishing against the floor. She leaned down and positioned her perfect pussy in front of his face.
"Drink up, slave," she commanded.
Chris reached out with his tongue, probing delicately at the entrance to Medea's pussy. He couldn't resist the taste of her sweet nectar and began lapping at it eagerly. Medea moaned in pleasure as he devoured her pussy juices.
"Very good," she praised him. "Now, let's see how you handle my shit."
She turned around to face me, her beautiful ass on full display. I could feel my blood rushing south as I stared at it hungrily, ready to partake in her glory.
"Open your mouth widely, Chris," Medea told him again, turning back around.
Chris opened his mouth obediently, like a hungry bird waiting for its next meal. Medea positioned herself carefully over his face, and as he felt the warmth of her ass against his lips and nose, he moaned eagerly.
"That's it, slave. Take it all in."
With a forceful grunt, Medea pushed her massive shit out of her body and into Chris's open mouth. He struggled to contain the amount of it, gagging and choking as it filled his mouth to bursting. It was an incredibly erotic sight, seeing him struggle under the weight of her shit while still proving himself worthy of serving us.
When Medea was satisfied that Chris had taken everything she had to offer, she stepped back and nodded towards me. It was my turn to shit onto the slave.
I stood over him, my heart pounding with excitement. I lowered my ass to his face, feeling the heat of his breath on my asshole. Slowly, I pushed out a sticky, creamy pile of shit onto his eagerly waiting tongue. He gagged and struggled under the weight of my shit, but he didn't stop, not even for a moment.
Our new slave was truly dedicated to our pleasure.
As we stood back to watch him struggle with the enormity of our combined load, Medea reached for a crisp white towel. She had a wicked grin on her face as she bent over and placed the towel over Chris's face, hiding his expressions from our view.
"What are you doing?" I asked, curious about her sudden change of plan.
"Trust me," she whispered mysteriously, letting her fingers dance over my lower regions teasingly. "Just wait and see."
We waited anxiously as Chris struggled under the towel, trying to contain our shit and piss inside his mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Medea removed the towel from his face.
To our surprise, there was a heart-shaped stain painted on his chest—it was made entirely of our shit! The detail was astounding; even the smallest veins were visible. It was an incredibly intimate gift that symbolized our bond and our trust in him.
We chuckled and watched as Chris looked down at his new mark, a mixture of shock and awe on his face. For a moment, he seemed to forget about his full stomach and the constant pressure in his mouth.
Medea reached for his cock once again, and this time, she jerked him off until he exploded in a powerful orgasm all over her perfect legs. His eyes rolled back into his head as he let out a long, satisfied moan.
It was a perfect end to our special Valentine's Day together. We had transformed a young man into our personal toilet slave, and he had proved himself worthy of our affections. As we watched him collapse onto the floor, still catching his breath, we knew that this was just the beginning of our twisted, erotic journey together.
