As I walked into the dimly lit backroom of Miss Medeas's filthy establishment, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. This was it—the moment of truth. I was about to face my deepest fear and desires all at once. Miss Medeas came up to me and smiled, revealing her perfectly white teeth against her dark, alluring skin.
"Hi there, scat virgin. Ready to become my filthy full toilet?" she purred in her seductive voice.
I nodded nervously, trying not to show how terrified I was. She smiled and started the training session.
First, she spat a long, disgusting strand of her saliva into my mouth. I gagged, trying to resist the urge to vomit. But she kept pushing, forcing more and more of her saliva into my unwilling mouth. I felt her hot breath against my neck as she leaned in close.
"This is just the beginning, toilet boy," she whispered into my ear. "You'll be drinking from my cup soon enough."
Next, she served me her piss. I closed my eyes and tried to brace myself for the taste of pee. But even when she filled a toilet bowl with it and told me to drink, I could barely take a sip. It tasted like the most disgusting thing I had ever tried in my life.
But things were about to get worse...
Miss Medeas then sat on my face, her naked butt inches from my mouth. I could feel her soft skin against my cheeks as she grinded her hips against me. She even went so far as to let me lick her tight asshole, the stench of human feces filling my nostrils. My head was spinning with the mixture of fear, arousal, and disgust that coursed through my veins.
As if that wasn't enough, she produced a large dildo and began pushing it in and out of her ass. The sight and smell of her shit-stained toy were enough to make me want to vomit again. But I held on, knowing that Miss Medeas would not be pleased otherwise.
Finally, after what felt like hours of torture, she told me to open my mouth. I did as I was told, my heart racing in anticipation of what was to come. She leaned over me, her breasts momentarily obscuring my vision.
"Here's your first taste of my divine shit," she said, her voice hushed but full of malice.
With those words, she lowered the dildo covered in her brown, chunky feces, and pushed it into my mouth. The taste was beyond words—it was like nothing I had ever imagined. But despite how much I wanted to gag, I knew I had to swallow every last drop.
As I struggled to accept her filth, she began to jerk off. Her movements were both rhythmic and deliberate, barely leaving any room for air to enter my lungs. It was a struggle, but I managed to stay under her spell the entire time.
When she finally pulled the dildo out of my mouth and removed her hand from my cock, I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted but exhilarated. I couldn't believe what I had just experienced—and yet, I knew I would come back for more.
With shaky hands, I reached up to wipe Miss Medeas's shit-covered dildo on my face. The taste lingered in my mouth as I cleaned it, making it even more unbearable. But this was my duty as her filthy full toilet, and I would fulfill it—no matter how much it disgusted me.
As I looked up at Miss Medeas, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction, I knew that I had truly become her toilet. She was my mistress now, and I would do anything she asked of me. Even if it meant tasting her dirty shit every time she needed relief.
