Yara and I were dressed in sexy lingerie, our bodies glistening with sweat as we prepared for the day ahead. Our slave stood nervously before us, his eyes darting between us and the open toilet seat at our feet. We were preparing to teach him an invaluable lesson today, one that would change his life forever.
"Kneel before us, slave," I commanded, my voice cold and sharp. He obeyed without hesitation, lowering himself to the floor on his knees. His eyes were full of fear, but he tried his best to maintain eye contact with us.
"Today, we are going to train you to be a shit toilet for us," Yara announced, her voice dripping with seduction. "You will worship our buttholes before we take turns shitting into your mouth. But there's a catch—you're not allowed to cum during this entire process."
The slave's cock twitched in his pants at the mention of cumming, but he remained silent. We could see the desire in his eyes, but we also saw the fear.
"We could not care less about your orgasm," I continued, my voice filled with disdain. "What we value is vastly different: Our toilet must swallow both of our chocolate turds completely!"
Yara smiled wickedly as she picked up a small mirror, holding it in front of her ass. The slave's eyes widened as he saw his reflection in her shiny, cum-smeared opening.
"Look around the room," Yara ordered. "Observe every detail of our filth. We want you to know that we own you, body and soul. Every part of you is ours to use as we please."
As the slave began to move his head, taking in the sights and smells of our filth, we could see the fear in his eyes begin to fade away. He was becoming aroused by our dominance, but he still hadn't cum.
"That's it, slave," Yara purred. "You are learning to worship our asses. Now come closer so we can begin."
The slave knelt between our legs as we positioned ourselves on the toilet, one after another. Yara went first, leaning back slightly as she allowed her steaming, chocolate-colored pile of shit to ooze from her bare asshole to his open mouth.
"Suck it up, toilet," she commanded, watching intently as he worked his tongue around the base of her shaft, trying to clean it. As he reached the back of his throat, she pulled herself away and took a seat, waiting for my turn.
My turn came next, and I too experienced the unique sensation of feeling my shit being sucked into his eager mouth. He worked his tongue over every inch of my shaft, cleaning it as best he could before I pulled away and took my seat next to Yara.
We watched as our toilet struggled to keep our shit down, his face Reddening with each gulp of our feces. I turned to Yara, smirking as I saw the hunger in her eyes. It was time to bring this training session to a close.
"You have done well, toilet," Yara said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Now it's time for you to show us how much you've learned."
We both rose from our thrones, our toilet still kneeling before us. He looked up at us, his eyes pleading for release from this torture. But we were in control, and we were going to make sure he understood that.
"Swallow," Yara said simply, her hand reaching down to expose her freshly cracked, poop-coated asshole. The slave opened his mouth wide, preparing for what he knew would be his final challenge.
As Yara slowly sank onto his face, pushing her ass back into his awaiting mouth, I could see the realization in his eyes. He knew that this was the moment of truth. He had to swallow every last drop of our cum if he hoped to please us.
Despite the nausea coursing through his body, he did as he was told. He swallowed every last drop of Yara's juices, his mouth filling with the taste of fresh shit. Then, as if that wasn't enough, I pushed my ass against his face, sinking further into his mouth and coating his tongue with my own feces.
Slowly, we pulled away, leaving our toilet gasping for air. He had done well, but there was still one final test.
"Now, show us how well you've learned to swallow," Yara commanded.
With wide eyes, he opened his mouth wide, ready to receive whatever we decided to give him. We stood either side of him, our asses arched back in invitation. He hesitated for a moment, but then leaned forward and took us both in, his mouth stretched to its limit by our cum-filled freshly shit turds.
As he gagged and choked on our mixture of shit and semen, we knew that our toilet was now fully trained. He would never again be allowed to cum without our permission, and his sole purpose in life would be to service our asses and swallow our shit.
With that thought in mind, we released him from his duty, allowing him to collapse in a heap on the floor. The training was over, but the lessons he had learned would stay with him for a lifetime.
