Day two of my human toilet's training began as he knocked on the bathroom door. He had become anticipating my call, knowing that today's lesson would test his limits even further. As he opened the door and saw me standing there with a fresh blender of my previous meal, his heart raced with both fear and arousal.
"Good morning, toilet boy," I greeted him. "Get down on all fours."
He did as he was told, his cock already hard from anticipation. The scent of ass and lust filled the air around us. I took my time slowly undressing in front of him, grinning as he watched my every move.
"What are we going to do today, Mistress?" he asked tentatively. His voice trembled slightly.
"Today is going to be quite interesting," I replied, sliding down a pair of latex gloves up to my elbows. His gaze followed my every movement, taking in the sensuality of the gloves against my skin.
I walked over to him, forcing him to look up at me. "You're doing so well, my little toilet. Let's see if you can handle this."
I pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his hard cock. It quivered slightly as I reached for a funnel and poured it full of hot, fresh piss from my bladder. He gulped audibly as I placed it slowly at his lips and tilted his head back. He opened his mouth instinctively, swallowing down the warm liquid as it tasted just as bitter as it did yesterday.
"Excellent, toilet boy," I praised him softly, patting his head before standing up. "Now, you're going to swallow this next portion too. I have quite a lot of shit built up in there today."
I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them entirely. He stared in awe at the sight of my perfect ass. He couldn't believe how much he desired it, how much he longed to taste it.
"My human toilet is so horny," I teased, knowing full well that he was. "Go ahead and get a good look. You're going to be tasting it all soon enough."
With that, I raised my ass high in the air and emptied my bowels straight into the funnel. It was an intoxicating mixture of feces and urine, the smell overwhelming even to me. But his nostrils flared, and he seemed to take in every bit of it.
"I can feel your cock twitching, toilet boy," I whispered. "You're aching for it, aren't you?"
He nodded his head slowly, unable to speak. I could see his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed down the last of the piss.
"Good boy," I praised him before placing the funnel against his lips. "Now, you're going to taste my shit."
He opened his mouth, moaning softly as the warm, gooey mess filled it. I kept my gaze locked on his, watching as he struggled not to gag. His eyes were brimming with tears, but he didn't make any noise. I was impressed by his restraint.
I left him there, allowing him to swallow down the full contents of the funnel. Once he was done, I took away the funnel and looked at him. His face was flushed, and there were tears spilling from his eyes. But he held my gaze without breaking.
"You are mine now," I whispered softly. "And I will make you crave my ass like nothing else."
With that said, I walked out of the bathroom, leaving him there on the cold tiled floor. He lay there, trying to catch his breath as the taste of my shit lingered on his tongue. I had broken him, and he knew it. But he couldn't help but long for more.
