The studio lights flickered on to reveal a classy and elegant-looking woman striding into the bathroom. She was Miss Lith Domina, and her gaze fell upon Jean, her toilet slave, who was slumped on the floor, barely awake. It was only eight hours since their last session, but she was here again. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted in the air as she approached him, vaping casually to relax herself.
"Get up, trash," she said with a resigned sigh. "I didn't come all this way to watch you sleep."
Jean forced himself to his knees, bowing his head in submission. He knew what was coming next, and he dreaded it. Miss Lith had been relentless since this extrem toilet training hell began on day one. But Jean was determined to please her, to be the perfect toilet for his Mistress.
She started with another routine of harsh farts, each one causing tremors in Jean's body as they hit him full force. He had grown used to it, well, sort of, but still cringed at the stench that assaulted his nose. He tried to catch them before they landed on his face but sometimes they slipped past him. One after another, he caught them and ate them up like they were the most delicious treats.
Miss Lith chuckled darkly, taking a drag from her vape and blowing it out slowly. She seemed amused by the lengths Jean went to please her. "That's a good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, I can really show you what I'm made of."
With a smirk, she unsheathed a shiny new dildo and applied some lube to it. "Open wide," she commanded, and Jean parted his lips, ready to take whatever she had for him. The head of the dildo pressed against his lips, a foreign object in an intimate place. His tongue flicked out to taste it, tasting the rubber and lube. He already knew what was coming next.
She pushed it into his mouth, filling his throat and forcing him to gag. He fought not to choke on the massive intruder, feeling it press against the back of his throat. His cock, trapped between his legs, twitched weakly as he waited for her next move. A moment later, a torrent of hot liquid poured out of Miss Lith's asshole, splashing against the entrance of Jean's mouth. He opened wider, feeling the strange juxtaposition of the dildo in his throat and the liquid filling his mouth.
"Swallow it all, trash," she growled. Her black shit poured into his mouth, warm and thick like molasses. Jean moaned around the dildo in his throat, tasting the acrid bitterness of her waste. He forced himself to swallow, feeling the thick log slide down his gullet. It was disgusting, degrading, but he did it without hesitation. He was nothing but a toilet for his Mistress, and her waste was his lifeblood.
"Good boy," Miss Lith purred, pulling the dildo out of his mouth. "Now clean yourself up."
Jean didn't hesitate, lowering his face to the tiles and lapping at the puddle of waste left behind. His tongue tasted every last drop, the bitterness making him shudder. When he was finished, he looked up at her with pleading eyes, his cock still trapped between his legs.
"Cum for me, trash," she ordered, and he nodded, knowing the drill. A moment later, his hips bucked wildly as he shot his load onto the floor. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of shame and degradation washing over him. When he was finished, he looked up to see Miss Lith, who had climbed onto the vanity and was now straddling his face.
She glared down at him, her asshole still glistening with residual shit. "Chew on that, trash," she commanded, pushing her ass against his face. Jean didn't hesitate, opening his mouth wide and starting to chew on the invading flesh. It tasted of sweat and sex, mixed with the heavy smell of coffee.
She moaned as he worked his lips over her flesh, humiliating him further by making him eat her ass out while she shat into his mouth. He moaned in submission, loving every moment of it. This was his fate, his destiny, and he would endure it until she was satisfied.
This went on for hours, with Miss Lith relieving herself into his mouth again and again, each time feeling him choke on her putrid waste. She watched him with cold eyes, her gaze filled with contempt for this pathetic creature she called her toilet. But there was something else there as well - a sick enjoyment in her torment.
Finally, exhausted and spent, Jean collapsed onto the floor, spent orgasms and drunkenness washing over him. Miss Lith stepped off her throne, surveying her work with a satisfied smirk. "That's a good boy," she said softly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now clean up."
Jean cleaned up, knowing there would be more to come tomorrow, but for now, he could rest. He crawled into the corner, pulling his usual blanket over himself and tried to get some sleep before she returned. He was Miss Lith's toilet, and he would be here, waiting for her, every time she needed to use him.
