Jane couldn't believe what she had gotten herself into. Just a week ago, she had stumbled upon an online community dedicated to toilet slavery, intrigued by the idea of submitting herself completely to another person's will. She had messaged one of the members, a man named Tom, and they struck up a conversation. He seemed nice enough; they discussed their interests, and before she knew it, they were exchanging personal details. He told her about his biggest fantasy - having a toilet slave serve him at all times, someone who would eagerly take his shit in their mouth and on their body without question. Jane had initially been hesitant, but something about it turned her on.
Finally, the day arrived when she met Tom in person. He greeted her at his spacious penthouse apartment, looking every bit the dominant master she had imagined. He took her on a tour of the place, pointing out various items that would be used for her training. His toilet was elevated, making it easier for her to kiss his ass and clean his toilet bowl with her tongue. He also showed her a large cage he'd built to lock her up in when he wasn't using her. It had a bed, a toilet, and enough room for her to sit and eat.
She shuddered at the thought of being confined in such a small space, but reminded herself this was all part of the fantasy. Tom led her to the bathroom, where he sat on the throne and asked her to assist him in preparing for their first act together. She kneeled before him, nervous but excited, as he lowered his pants and showed her his cock, already hard at the thought of what was to come. He placed her head between his legs and whispered in her ear, "Take it all in, every drop."
As he began to release, Jane closed her eyes and opened her mouth, taking in the smell and taste of his urine. It was salty and warm, and she didn't mind the sensation at all. When he finished, she used her tongue to clean him thoroughly, delighting in the power dynamics they had created. He then stood up slowly, revealing the true purpose of this exercise. Still in shock, Jane watched as he lowered his ass onto the toilet seat, inviting her closer with a devilish grin.
He instructed her to get comfortable between his legs, and she did as she was told. She positioned herself so his asshole was just above her lips; she could feel the warmth emanating from it as he held her head steady. Tom let out a long, low moan as she kissed his asshole gently, slowly pushing her face towards his hole. It took all of Jane's willpower not to gag as the stench of his shit hit her nostrils, but she forced herself to continue. She licked the crevice between his cheeks, tasting the mixture of sweat and feces that coated them.
Without any further warning, Tom pushed his ass against her face, unloading a chunk of shit onto her tongue. At first, it was surprisingly soft, but it quickly hardened as it mixed with saliva and became more revolting. She fought back the urge to vomit as he continued to feed her his shit, making her chew it like she was savoring a delicacy. Between mouthfuls, he used his foot to rub the soles of his shoes against her face, smearing the rest of his shit all over her. Jane closed her eyes and let out a tiny moan, realizing this was what she had truly been craving deep down.
Tom then ordered her to clean up. She used her tongue like a paintbrush, spreading the shit across her face, neck, and even into her own mouth. She groveled at his feet, loving the feeling of submission that overtook her. When she was coated in a layer of his shit, he stood up and unlocked the cage in the corner of the room. She crawled inside, thankful for the small measure of privacy it afforded her, and waited for him to reveal his next command.
