The school bell rang, signifying the end of another long day for the students. As they hurriedly packed up their belongings, a young girl with long, wavy hair and an excited gleam in her eye approached one of her classmates. Her name was Sarah, and she had a secret plan for tonight. She had heard rumors about human toilets and was curious to try it out herself. Without wasting time, she dragged her unsuspecting friend over to an abandoned public restroom nearby.
The room was dingy and smelled of urine and feces, but Sarah barely seemed to notice. She locked the door behind them and turned to her friend with a mischievous smirk. "I have a surprise for you," she said, her voice tinged with excitement. Before her friend could ask what she had planned, Sarah pulled out a small stool and sat down on it in front of the toilet bowl. "I want you to call me 'mistress' now," she commanded.
Her friend looked at her oddly but did as she was told. "Yes, mistress."
Sarah giggled, loving the sound of it. "Good. Now, come here and kneel before me," she ordered. Reluctantly, the boy obeyed. Sarah placed her bare feet on his shoulders and closed her eyes, basking in the power trip. "You know what I'm going to make you do, don't you?" she asked sweetly. Her friend trembled but nodded his head nervously.
With a satisfied smirk, Sarah pulled down her pants and gave him a look of disgust. "Ugh, you smell like a human," she laughed. "But we can't have that, can we?" She spread the boy's legs wide and leaned forward, pushing her dirty-smelling panties into his mouth. "Suck on these," she commanded.
The boy complied, his face contorted in disgust as he tried to breathe through the thick, wet fabric. Sarah pulled out a small bin from under the sink and started to fill his mouth with her own fresh feces. "Swallow every last bit," she ordered. The boy gagged but didn't dare disobey his new mistress. After a few minutes, Sarah was satisfied that her creation was properly masking his own scent.
Next, it was time for the main event. She removed the toilet seat and positioned her friend over the open bowl. With a gentle push, she lowered him onto the cold porcelain. "I want you to try and hold it in," she giggled. Of course, he couldn't hold it for long, and soon his bladder emptied into the bowl. Sarah giggled again, watching as her friend's body convulsed with disgust.
"That's it," she cooed, "let your shit drip right out." And so he did. The smell intensified as his feces filled the bowl, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride in his submission. Once he was empty, she pulled him up and gave him a pat on the back, all the while continuing to call him "her human toilet."
As they left the bathroom, Sarah felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She had always been curious about human toilets but never thought she would have the guts to train someone herself. But now that she had, she couldn't wait for their next session. She walked home that night, dreaming of the day when she might find another unsuspecting victim to add to her collection of toilet pets.
