Nicole sat at her plush leather office chair, contemplating the new additions to her club. It had been a week since she hired Justin and Marcus, and they had become invaluable members of her team. Their willingness to endure any humiliation had impressed her beyond measure. She couldn't help but smile as she thought about them, their faces covered in shit, their mouths filled with cocks, and their minds completely broken.
One of the club's doors opened, breaking into her thoughts. Nicole looked up to see Marcus and Justin enter, their faces tired but determined. They shuffled over to her desk, heads bowed low. "You called for us, Mistress?" Marcus asked softly.
"Yes, I did," Nicole replied, her voice smooth and cold. "I have a new task for you two." She stood up slowly, revealing a pair of high-heeled boots that climbed nearly to her knees. The heels were thick and sharp, and Nicole knew they would press into her submissive toilets' faces painfully as she used them. "You are to lick the soles of these boots clean," she commanded.
Justin and Marcus immediately dropped to their knees and began lapping at the dirt and grime on the soles. Their tongues darted out, desperate to please their new mistress. Nicole watched with a cruel grin. "Not good enough," she scolded, kicking off a boot and stepping onto Marcus' back. Justin's eyes went wide as his friend moaned under the weight of the voluptuous woman. "Use your tongue, you fucking toilet," she hissed.
Marcus began to wiggle his head, his tongue sliding over the leather as if it were the most delicious meal he'd ever tasted. After a few moments, Nicole kicked him away and stood on Justin's back instead. "See, isn't this more enjoyable?" she asked with a laugh.
As the night wore on, Nicole put Justin and Marcus through increasingly humiliating tasks. They were forced to sniff and taste everything from used pantyhose to dumpster diving in search of food scraps. Their degradation was on full display for any client who paid for a private viewing. It wasn't long before they found themselves naked, their bodies smeared in shit, being used as footstools by their new mistress.
The next morning arrived, and Nicole had a surprise for her toilets. She led them to an underground chamber beneath the club, its walls covered in grimy tiles. In the center of the room stood a metal frame with two holes cut into it—one for a man's cock and another for a woman's mouth. A fat cock protruded from the hole above, leaking strings of cum and pussy juice onto the floor below.
"I want you to take turns being my toilet today," Nicole told them, her voice cold but excited. Both men gulped in fear, but their bodies responded to her command. Over the next few hours, they took it in turns to be fucked by their mistress while she used the other as a human toilet bowl. The emotional whiplash was intense, going from being humiliated to being praised for their servitude.
Finally, it was over. Nicole pulled out of Marcus, her pussy slick with his saliva. She turned to Justin, still hovering over the rim of the hole in the metal frame. "You've officially earned your place as my toilet, Justin," she said softly, her voice dripping with sweetness. "From now on, this is where you belong."
With that, Marcus was untied and released, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions. He staggered to his feet, looking down at his friend with a sense of loss. But there was no going back now; Justin was completely under Nicole's spell. As for him, he would have to find a new role in the club or face a similar fate.
As for Nicole, she walked away whistling, remembering the days when she had been just another patron of the club. Now, she was the one in control, and her toilets were the ones who longed for her approval. The smile never left her lips as she thought about all the new ways she could degrade them in the future.
