Public Toilet Slaves Scatology: Round Two - Introducing the New Slave to the World of Piss and Cleaning
As the day progressed, the bustling city park was filled with people from all walks of life. Among them was a young, fashionable schoolgirl, sporting the latest trends in her outfit. Little did she know that her day was about to take an unexpected turn as she entered the public restroom.
Inside the restroom, a new slave awaited his fate. He had been introduced to the world of piss and scat just yesterday, and today was his second day of servitude. His eyes darted nervously around the room, taking in the various stalls and urinals. The smell of urine and feces hung heavy in the air, making him feel queasy.
Suddenly, the schoolgirl walked in, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. Without so much as a glance in his direction, she headed straight for one of the stalls. The new slave watched as she pushed open the door and disappeared inside. His heart raced with anticipation—and fear.
Moments later, the schoolgirl emerged from the stall, her pink skirt now dampened by her own urine. She sauntered over to the slave and paused, her eyes fixed on him. "You," she said, pointing at him. "You're the new slave, aren't you?"
The new slave nodded nervously, his mouth going dry. He couldn't believe what was happening. This beautiful young woman—she was talking to him! But there was something else in her eyes, something dark and twisted.
"Good," she purred, her voice heavy with malice. "Because I have a little present for you." With that, she pulled down her panties, revealing her soaked pussy, and thrust it into the new slave's face. "Eat my pussy," she commanded.
The new slave hesitated, taking in the sight before him. He knew what was expected of him, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet, not so soon. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "clean me first."
The girl smirked, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "Very well then," she said, stepping back. "But remember, that's the last thing you'll have any say in."
The new slave moved forward, his head bowed in submission. He removed his gloves and began to clean the girl's pussy, using his tongue to lap up the remaining piss. As he did so, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pleasure mixed with revulsion. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
When he was done, the girl nodded approvingly. "Very good," she said, her voice now laced with lust. "Now eat me."
And so, the new slave obeyed, burying his face in the girl's wet pussy and beginning to lick and suck on her clit. He could feel her tremble with anticipation as she approached orgasm, and he knew he had to keep going. It was the only way to survive.
As the girl moaned in ecstasy, the new slave's mind drifted to the other slaves he had seen in the restroom. They were all there for the same reason—to serve and to pleasure those who wielded power over them. It was a twisted world, one that he was now a part of whether he liked it or not.
But for now, he focused on pleasing his mistress. As she cried out in orgasm, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he could even learn to enjoy it.
As the girl's breathing returned to normal, she pulled away and smiled down at him. "You're a natural," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "I'll have to come back for more later."
With that, she turned and walked out of the stall, leaving the new slave alone once again. But he knew that his life would never be the same again. He was now a toilet slave, bound by duty and pleasure to serve those who desired him. And while it was a dark and twisted world, it was also one where he would find a sense of purpose—if he could just learn to accept it.
