Once the young man's parents had left for their vacation, Rosella wasted no time in arriving at his house to begin her perverse training. She knocked on his door, her heart racing with excitement at the thought of what was to come. As he opened it, she could see the fear and anticipation mirrored in his eyes. He was a 19-year-old boy who had written to her expressing his desire to become a complete toilet slave. He had always fantasized about serving a Milf like her, and this was his chance to make those fantasies a reality.
Rosella stepped into the room with a confident stride, her long blonde hair flowing down her back as she surveyed the scene. The young man's bedroom was neat and tidy, not at all what she had expected for someone who wanted to become a toilet slave. She paused at the door, her gaze lingering on a small bathroom located off to the side. It would be the perfect place to begin his training.
"Are you ready, slave?" she asked, her voice cold and commanding.
The boy nodded meekly, his eyes downcast as he nervously shuffled towards her. Rosella could see that he was thin but muscular beneath his clothes; it wouldn't take much effort to train him into the perfect toilet slave. She reached out, running her fingers through his hair gently before pushing him towards the bathroom door.
"Go," she commanded. "Prepare yourself for your first lesson."
Inside the bathroom, there was no toilet seat or cover. Instead, there was a small stool positioned over the toilet bowl filled with lube. The boy hesitated for a moment before realizing what he was supposed to do. He knelt down on the stool and lifted his tight clothes, revealing his smooth young body. Rosella watched as he positioned himself on the stool, his cheeks flushing red as he spread his legs wide open. She couldn't resist giving him a sultry smile before stepping closer.
"You didn't think this would be easy, did you?" she whispered in his ear, her breath sending shivers down his spine. "You're going to be my personal toilet slave from now on, and your body will belong to me. Understand?"
The boy nodded again, looking up at her with pleading eyes. Rosella grabbed his cock in her hand, lubing it up before slowly placing the head at the entrance of his anus. She pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, feeling his tight muscles resist at first but eventually giving way beneath her expert touch. When she was finally inside him, she let out a satisfied moan, knowing that he would feel every bit of her throughout the training process.
As she began to ride him, hard and fast, the boy's face contorted in pain, but also in pleasure. It was a strange mix of emotions that he had never experienced before. He gripped onto the sides of the stool, his muscles tensing up as she rode him with a force that left him breathless. Rosella leaned against the cold tiles of the wall, using his body as if he were nothing more than a mere object for her pleasure.
When she finally came, her cries echoing through the small bathroom, she pulled out of him, leaving him feeling empty and used. She stood up, towering over him as he knelt on the cold floor, wondering what would come next. Without a word, she motioned for him to turn around and bend over the edge of the tub. The boy hesitated for only a moment before complying, positioning himself for what he knew was coming next.
Rosella slid up behind him, her hands running along the crack of his ass before spreading his cheeks open. She ran a finger from his hole to his asshole, lubing it up before slowly penetrating him from behind. It was rough and painful, but the boy couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction at being so completely owned by her. She pounded into him, driving him further into submission with each thrust.
Finally, when she was finished, she pulled out of him, leaving him hanging there, used and exhausted. The young man collapsed on the floor, his body aching in every way possible. He looked up at Rosella, tears brimming in his eyes as he tried to understand what had just happened. She smiled down at him, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Welcome to your new life, my baby toilet slave," she purred. "Tomorrow, we'll start with some oral training."
