One sunny afternoon, I found myself sitting in a secluded park bench, my eyes scanning the surroundings with anticipation. I had posted an advertisement looking for a new slave, someone who would be willing to serve as my living toilet and accept whatever disgusting deeds I threw their way. To my delight, I had received an interested response from a young man who had eagerly volunteered for the job.
His name was John, a twenty-something year old with a fit physique and innocent looks. He arrived at the park dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts, looking nervous yet excited. As he approached me, I couldn't help but smile at the trust he had placed in me.
"Hello John," I said, extending my hand to shake his. "I hope you're ready for what lies ahead."
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, his voice trembling slightly. "I am prepared to do anything you ask of me."
I led him to the secluded corner of the park where I had set up an outdoor toilet bowl with a clear plastic hood attached to it. Under the hood was a camera, which was connected to a screen where I could see everything that was going on.
"Alright, John," I said, taking a seat on the park bench. "This is where we begin. I want you to strip naked and bend over the toilet bowl. Understand?"
John nodded eagerly, unbuckling his shorts and stepping out of them. He then knelt down by the toilet bowl, bending over with his chest pressed against it. A wave of arousal washed over me as I watched his bare ass cheeks tremble in anticipation.
"Good boy," I praised him. "Now, open your mouth wide and wait for my command."
I reached into my pocket, withdrawing a thick wad of cash from a stack of bills. I grabbed a handful, squeezing them tightly until they formed a compact ball. Then, I leaned forward and pushed the ball into John's waiting mouth, followed by a thick stream of urine that came gushing out.
He gagged on the first spurt, choking back the warm liquid as it filled his mouth. But he quickly got used to it, taking in the entire stream of urine before swallowing it down. His cheeks hollowed out as he prepared for the next round of filth.
I took my time, enjoying the sight of him suffering through my depravity. I could see his sweat beading down his back, his muscles tensing as he tried to hold himself in wait for my next command. And when I was finally ready, I reached once again into my pocket and produced a fresh load of feces, which I proceeded to shove into his waiting mouth.
John gagged and retched, struggling to keep from vomiting as he tried to swallow the foul mixture. It was almost like watching a baby bird learning to eat for the first time. But eventually, he managed to swallow it all down, his face contorted in disgust yet determination.
Satisfied with his performance, I stood up and walked away, leaving him there bent over the toilet bowl, breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath after the ordeal. As I walked back to my car, I couldn't help but feel a sense of thrill at the power I had over him. This was just the beginning, after all. There was so much more filth and degradation I could subject him to.
