As the argument between the girls over makeup raged on, Adison, their slave, remained locked in the human toilet bowl. He could hear their high heels clicking on the floor and their giggles echoing in the room, but they seemed to have forgotten about him. Despite the discomfort of being used as a toilet, Adison couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation and desperation as he remained confined to his unsanitary prison.
Part 4: The Argument Continues
The argument about makeup intensified as loud voices filled the room. Adison listened intently, trying to catch any hint of his mistresses' plans for him. To his dismay, they didn't seem to be discussing him at all. He wondered if he was going to be forgotten about and left in the toilet all night.
"I know I looked hot last night, but can you believe that slut Ava showed up wearing the same dress?" one of the girls shouted angrily.
"Well she certainly didn't wear it as well as I did!" retorted another girl coldly.
The toilet slave's heart sank as he realized that the girls' focus was completely on themselves and their argument. They didn't even seem to notice his predicament anymore. He tried to push through the futility of his situation and focused on staying calm.
Suddenly, Adison felt a tug on the metal plate that was keeping his mouth open. Part shocked and slightly hopeful, he looked up to see Part, one of his mistresses, standing over him. She was holding the plate firmly in place as she reached into the toilet and began pushing it down into his mouth, forcing it further into his throat.
"This is for your own good," she chuckled darkly. "I don't want any nasty accidents while we're gone."
She tied the plate in place with a thick rope before stepping back and admiring her handiwork. Adison felt a mix of pain and humiliation as he hung there, helpless and exposed. He could only imagine what other degrading acts his mistresses had planned for him while they were out at the party.
As they left the room, Adison could hear the sound of high heels marching away, leaving him alone in the dark and stinky toilet. The metal plate dug into his throat, reminding him of his place and the cruel games his mistresses loved to play.
Despite the discomfort and fear, Adison couldn't help but wonder what kind of horrifying experiences he would face next. He was still locked in the toilet, unable to move or defend himself against their twisted desires. All he could do was wait, hope for some kind of mercy, and pray that they would remember to flush him down the drain before they left.
