Today was a holiday, and I had a special treat for myself. I had invited over a slave who would be my personal toilet bowl for the entire day. The thought of using someone like an object for such a base purpose was incredibly arousing to me.
As soon as the slave arrived, I marched him straight to the bathroom and sat him down on the floor in front of the toilet bowl. I began by relieving myself, taking my time and enjoying the sensation of my warm urine filling up the bowl. The slave could only watch in awe as I pissed all over his face, hands, and body.
Once I was finished, I stepped gingerly over him and reached for a fresh roll of toilet paper. I wiped my pussy thoroughly, coating the slave's body with my lady garden's juices before dropping the soiled toilet paper into his mouth.
Throughout the day, any time I needed to use the restroom, whether it was for shitting or pissing, I would instruct the slave to open his mouth wide. I would take pleasure in his obedience as I filled his mouth with my waste. Sometimes, I would even push the limits by forcing him to swallow it all at once.
The slave was a trooper, never complaining or resisting. He knew the consequences of disobeying me, and he didn't want any more of my "gifts." His eyes were filled with fear and submission, but he never once broke character.
As the day drew to a close, I sat down on the throne one last time, feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. The toilet bowl was full once again, this time with copious amounts of feces mixed in with my piss.
"Come here, my little toilet bowl," I said, patting the floor beside me. The slave crawled over, his face contorted in disgust but also longing for more.
"You've been a good toilet bowl," I said, reaching down and running my fingers through his hair. "I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have."
I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Maybe we'll do this again sometime soon, hmm?"
With that, I stood up and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the slave there to ponder his fate. The thought of what could happen next sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for my little toilet bowl.
