Lady Anja Black and I, two dominant goddesses with a twisted sense of fun, were eagerly anticipating our next adventure in my dungeon. Today, we would be exploring the use of a human toilet together for the very first time. Our slave, who had been carefully trained to serve as nothing short of a living piece of furniture, stood ready and waiting by the side of the toilet bowl.
As we discussed the various ways in which we could humiliate and degrade him using this humble facility, we couldn't help but giggle like playful schoolgirls. "I think we should start by making him drink our piss," Anja suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
I couldn't agree more. "And once we've cleaned him out with our pee, we can use him to take a shit," I replied, savoring the thought of filling his mouth with the warm, stinky goodness that only came from our divine asses.
Before long, we had our plans in place. First, we took turns pissing directly into his open mouth, watching with glee as he struggled to contain our powerful streams of golden nectar. Then, we had him prostrate himself before us so that we could rub our asses all over his face, allowing him to taste our sweet perfume and breathe in our intoxicating scent.
As our toilet lapped up our juices like a hungry puppy, we couldn't help but wonder how much more we could make him take. Anja giggled again and reached back, pulling out her dildo covered in her last deposit. "Here, why don't you try cleaning this with your tongue?" she asked playfully, passing it to me.
I took the toy from her, impressed by how quickly she thought on her feet. With a smile of appreciation, I placed the dildo in my mouth and began to suck on it eagerly while urging our toilet to do the same. The taste of feces and lube mingled together in a nauseating cocktail that sent shivers down my spine.
Suddenly, my stomach rumbled ominously, signaling that it was time for me to contribute my own gift to our little game. Without hesitation, I knelt down over the bowl and released a torrent of shit onto the waiting lips of our toilet. The sight of his face covered in the warm, sticky mess was almost too much for us to bear; we were both filled with a sense of power and domination that threatened to render us incoherent with pleasure.
As I watched Anja repeat the process before me, I couldn't help but marvel at the utter submission of our toilet. It seemed almost impossible that one creature could be made to endure so much filth and humiliation without breaking under the weight of it all. But there he was, eagerly accepting every disgusting morsel we had to offer him, as if he thrived on our degradation.
By the time we were finished, we had both emptied our bowels onto the willing servant below us. There was no doubt about it: our toilet had been thoroughly used and abused. But even as we stood back to admire our handiwork, we couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of our twisted journey together.
