Miss Kirsch, a young and eager dominatrix, was about to embark on her very first human toilet experience. She had been intrigued by the idea of transforming herself into a living toilet bowl, but first, she needed guidance. Therefore, she decided to seek help from the renowned mistresses in the industry - Miss Medea and Miss Yara, who were known for their expertise in this perverse art form.
After arriving at their studio, Miss Kirsch nervously introduced herself to the two mistresses. They welcomed her warmly and invited her into a private room. Inside, there was a lavishly decorated throne on which Miss Medea and Miss Yara often sat while receiving their clients.
"Please, make yourself comfortable," said Miss Medea, gesturing towards the throne. "We will get started with your training shortly."
Miss Kirsch felt her heart race as she approached the throne. She hesitantly sat down on it and felt its cold surface against her skin. Both mistresses stood in front of her, observing her with keen interest.
"Now," began Miss Yara, "We must acquaint you with the basics of human toilets. You see, being a human toilet isn't just about taking a shit or piss; it's about pleasing your master. The key to being an excellent human toilet is to make sure your master enjoys every aspect of it."
Miss Medea chimed in, "Exactly! You must get comfortable with the feel of the waste in your mouth, the taste of it on your tongue..."
Suddenly, Miss Kirsch felt something warm and wet against her lips. She looked down to see a stream of urine flowing onto her face. She gasped in surprise and shock, but before she could react further, she felt another stream of urine hitting her other cheek.
"Relax, my dear," soothed Miss Medea. "This is just to help you understand the sensations better."
Miss Yara then added, "And trust us. Once you get the hang of it, there's no better feeling than pleasing your master with your toilet skills."
With that, she produced a small piece of lavatory paper and placed it gently against Miss Kirsch's lips. She then pulled it out slowly, revealing a wet, dark stain on the paper. Miss Kirsch couldn't believe her eyes; she had just tasted her own waste!
Undeterred, Miss Yara then instructed Miss Kirsch to open her mouth wide. To her surprise, Miss Medea sat down on her face, gently pushing her ass against Miss Kirsch's lips and tongue. She felt the warm wetness spreading inside her mouth, and as she tried to breathe through her nose, she could smell the faint earthy scent of faeces.
After some time, Miss Medea stood up and Miss Yara took her place. This time, Miss Yara lowered her pants, revealing her bare buttocks to Miss Kirsch. She sat down on her face, squeezing her cheeks together, pushing her ass against Miss Kirsch's mouth.
As Miss Yara relaxed, letting out a soft moan, Miss Kirsch felt a hot, wet sausage land in her mouth. It tasted horrible, yet strangely addictive. She couldn't deny that she was turned on by the feeling of another woman's waste in her mouth.
When Miss Yara was done, she stood up and praised Miss Kirsch for her efforts. "Very good, my dear," she said, smiling. "Now it's time for you to put your newfound skills to the test."
Miss Kirsch nodded eagerly, her heart pounding with anticipation. She felt ready to take on anything her new mistresses threw at her. The thought of pleasing them with her toilet skills was enough to send shivers down her spine.
As she eagerly awaited her first client, she couldn't help but wonder what kinds of reactions she would get. Would they be disgusted? Turned on? Or would they just laugh at her? Whatever it was, she was determined to be the best human toilet they had ever seen.
