After discovering how useless and small it was, my insignificant penis (plus a clitoris that looks like a penis) decided to give me a sense: that of Cesso and sperm storage. My male name is not good: michele is for men. I will now be michelle the slut. Anyway, michelle the slut, will have to be used as cess and posasperma.
Mistress Gaia, looked at the pathetic creature before her, sighing heavily. She had just received a custom request from one of her loyal subjects, to turn him into a living sewer. She read through his requests and smirked. This one would be quite entertaining.
"Alright, michelle. You've got a lot to learn about being a cesspit. First things first, let's get into position. Stand up and put your legs in the air," she commanded, knowing full well that this was what he'd been longing for all along.
Michelle obeyed eagerly, his pathetic cock and non-existent balls swinging freely between his legs. Mistress Gaia walked up behind him and grabbed his hips, pushing his ass into the air towards her face. "That's better," she said, feeling the warmth of his pathetic excuse for a cock against her chin.
"Now, let's start with the basics. Open wide," she commanded, and without hesitation, michelle obeyed. A slow stream of golden nectar began to flow from Mistress Gaia's pussy, cascading down onto his face and into his open mouth. As the stream intensified, she noticed him trying to swallow involuntarily, and she chuckled darkly.
"Oh no, you don't. I haven't given you permission to swallow yet," she warned him, and with that, she removed her hips from his behind, leaving his face completely covered in her urine.
"Now, time for a little humiliation," she said, taking a step back and looking him up and down. "Go ahead, touch your cock and balls. You know you want to."
Michelle struggled against the desire for just a moment before his hands began to shake, and he reached down, grabbing his soft cock through his wet pants. He started to stroke it slowly, his eyes glazed over in anticipation of an orgasm.
"That's it, michelle," Mistress Gaia said, approaching him once again. She leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear. "But don't you dare cum, or else you'll be in for a world of hurt."
With that, she counted down from three, her voice becoming stern and commanding. As she reached zero, she yanked his hand away from his cock, causing him to let out a pained gasp. He tried to recover quickly, but it was too late. The pleasure had turned into pain, and he crumpled to the floor.
"You see, michelle? This is what happens when you disobey your Mistress," she scolded him, her foot nudging him gently. "Now get up, and let's continue your training."
The rest of the day was spent in a haze of humiliation and degradation for michelle. He was made to perform a variety of tasks, each one more embarrassing than the last. From slapping his own balls to poking his own ass with his fingers, there was no limit to what Mistress Gaia demanded of him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mistress Gaia relented. She stood over him, her body glistening with sweat and spittle. "Well done, michelle," she said, a smile twisting her lips. "You've proven yourself capable of handling my golden nectar. Tomorrow, we'll begin your training in earnest."
With that, she turned away and walked out of the room, leaving michelle lying on the floor, completely filled with her piss, shit, and cum. He looked up at her retreating form, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and fear. Tomorrow would be even harder than today, but he knew he had no choice. He belonged to Mistress Gaia now.
