On Valentine's Day, I found myself at the home of Mistress Medea. It was no ordinary visit - she had summoned me for a most special task. Together, we would train a toilet slave to be our vessel of indulgence - our feces and urine repository.
As soon as I arrived, the scent of Mistress Medea's pussy was heavy in the air. She had just finished relieving herself in a chamber pot, and the vile aroma made my cock twitch with anticipation. She smirked at my reaction and nodded towards the toilet slave kneeling by the side - his eyes watering from the stench.
Corbin, the unfortunate slave, looked up at us balefully. He knew what was coming and trembled in fear. But he also held an odd mix of yearning and desperation in his gaze, signaling his submissive desire to please us... no matter how horrible the act might be.
"Stand him up," Medea commanded, gesturing to a nearby stool. Corbin's legs wobbled as two burly men lifted him to his feet. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he stared straight ahead, awaiting our second.
Meanwhile, Medea poured some fresh urine into a golden goblet. She raised it to me and winked. "Drink deep, my pet. This is what we'll be filling him with next." I took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste of her piss. But then, I remembered why I was here - to serve our every depraved whim. So, I swallowed it down, feeling the liquid slide down my throat like sludge.
Next, Medea turned her attention to Corbin. She grabbed his chin in her iron grip and forced him to open his mouth. "Good boy," she purred, spitting into his awaiting mouth. The saliva pooled on his tongue as he tried not to gag on the sickly-sweet taste.
Then, it was my turn. My cock was already hard from anticipation, and I roughly pushed Corbin's head down towards my crotch. He took in the first abundant load of my piss, his nose pressed into my armpit as he tried to breathe through the stench. I grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his face deeper into my crotch, making him suck on my clit like a vacuum cleaner.
Finally, after several agonizing minutes, Medea signaled that it was time for our main event. We positioned Corbin in the perfect spot - kneeling over the toilet with his ass lifted high. Then, we took turns shitting into his waiting mouth.
The sight was truly revolting - Corbin's eyes rolled back into his head as he tried not to retch at the smell. The feces slid down his throat like warm mud, coating every inch of his esophagus. Meanwhile, Medea and I watched with detached amusement, our legs crossed demurely as we sipped champagne and discussed the weather.
After we were satisfied that he was thoroughly filled, we took a step back to admire our handiwork. A shit-smeared grin spread across my face as I looked down at Corbin - his shoulders slumped in defeat, his eyes pleading for mercy. But there was nowhere for him to go now... he was ours, forever.
Finally, Medea grabbed a stick of makeup and painted a large, garish heart on Corbin's chest. "Our special touch," she whispered in my ear, giggling maliciously. And with that, we left him there to stew in his own filth - a living toilet, filled to the brim with our excrement and piss.
