My friend Miss Dula and I were excited about our latest project. We'd been searching for a new toilet slave to add to our ever-growing collection, and this one seemed particularly promising. He was young, eager, and willing to do anything we asked of him. Today's session was all about training him to be the perfect human toilet.
We started off by introducing him to our friend, the big black dildo. It was important that he got used to having it inside him, as it would become a regular part of his life. We watched as he struggled to take the huge toy inside himself, the veins bulging on his neck from the effort. It was clear he was enjoying the pain, and that made us both smile.
Once he'd taken the dildo as deep as it would go, we brought out the jug of piss. The smell was already strong in the room, and we knew it was only going to get worse. We took turns pissing into the jug, getting a kick out of the hot steam rising up as we did so. Once the jug was full, we knew it was time to put our new slave through his first challenge.
We held the jug up to his face and told him to take a big whiff. With shaky breaths, he leaned in and sniffed deeply, his eyes widening as he caught the pungent scent. "What is that... Oh god! It smells amazing!" he moaned, his voice muffled by the gag in his mouth.
We laughed and told him that was just the beginning. Next, we'd be filling his mouth with our shit. As if on cue, Miss Dula pushed her pelvis forward, grinding her pussy against his face. I could see the anticipation building in his eyes as she finally released a hot, steamy load of shit onto his face.
It was a truly magnificent sight: our new slave, covered in piss, chocolate smudges on his lips as he eagerly waited for his next task. We praised him for being such a good little toilet, and told him there'd be more where that came from.
As the night wore on, we had our way with him. We took turns pissing and shitting all over him, masturbating as we did so. We called him our little shit-eater, our human toilet, and he loved it. There was something about the humiliation, the degradation, that turned him on more than anything else.
By the time we were finished, we'd used every inch of him. He was a mess of piss and shit, but he didn't care. He'd proven himself to us, and that was all that mattered.
As we cleaned up, we knew we had a loyal follower for life. Our new human toilet might not have been the prettiest thing to look at, but he was ours, and we loved every minute of using him.
