As the young woman knelt before the toilet, her stomach churning with nerves and anticipation, she couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation washing over her. She had always found the idea of being someone's personal toilet attendant, or "toiletman," as it was often called in their strange world, to be degrading. Yet there she was, her body aching to relieve itself of the constant stream of liquid that had been building up inside of her since she woke that morning.
"Are you ready for me, slave?" the man known as Master asked, his voice echoing off of the tiled walls. The woman nodded, unable to find the words to express her misery, and felt him unzip his pants. She braced herself as he began to urinate, the hot liquid splashing against her face and neck.
Despite her revulsion, she couldn't help but notice the unique scent of his urine, almost like a musky cologne. It was another part of the toiletman's duties to savor and appreciate each Master's unique taste and odor. As she licked the droplets from her lips, she tried to focus on the task at hand: swallowing every last drop of his liquid waste.
After what felt like an eternity, Master finished peeing and stepped away from the toilet. The woman couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she looked down at her now soiled clothes. She knew what was coming next: it was time for her to relieve herself.
She placed her hands on the cool, smooth surface of the toilet seat and pushed with all her might. A loud groan escaped her lips as she felt the pressure building up inside her. Finally, with a forceful burst, she urinated, the warm liquid spraying out against the sides of the bowl.
As she finished, she could feel the man's eyes boring into her back. She was overcome with a sense of shame as she stood up and turned around to face him. He gazed at her with a mix of lust and disgust, his eyes traveling down her body to her soaked panties before returning to meet her gaze.
"Drink it all," he commanded, his voice low and menacing. The woman hesitated for a moment before gathering up the hem of her shirt and using it to wipe away any remaining urine from her legs. She took a deep breath and knelt down beside the toilet, preparing herself for what was to come.
With a shaky hand, she reached into the toilet bowl and lifted out one of the floating turds. It was smaller than she had expected, no bigger than a grapefruit. She cringed as she brought it up to her mouth, the smell of feces and urine overpowering her senses.
She closed her eyes and took a bite, savoring the mixture of flavors that swirled around in her mouth. As she swallowed, she could feel the turd slipping down her throat, causing her to gag reflexively. But she pushed through the discomfort, using her hands to scoop up more of the dirty water from the toilet and drink it down.
When everything was gone, she stood up and looked at Master, awaiting his next instruction. His smile sent chills down her spine. "Good girl," he murmured, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Now, let's clean you up."
