As I walked into the dimly lit bathroom, I couldn't help but feel anticipation building within me. Today was the day I would test my new toilet slave, and I was eager to see if he could live up to my high standards. He was a plumber, after all; he should be good at handling shit, both literally and figuratively.
I approached the toilet, grabbed a large funnel, and filled it with what looked like champagne - but was actually a thick, rich mixture of feces and urine. I then knelt down beside the toilet slave, who was already on his knees, looking up at me with a mix of fear and anticipation in his eyes.
"Today," I murmured, my voice low and seductive, "I'm testing you. You're going to eat everything you see."
He nodded slowly, not daring to speak. I could tell he was scared, but he also seemed excited by the prospect of pleasing me. That was good; I wanted him to be both terrified and turned on. It would make for a much more intense experience.
With that, I placed the funnel in front of his mouth and tipped it slightly, allowing the thick liquid to pour over his lips and into his mouth. He gagged at first, but I pushed him gently until he swallowed, and then some more, until he was choking and gasping for air.
When I was satisfied that he had had enough of the "champagne," I stood up, wiping my hands clean on a nearby towel. "Good boy," I murmured, my voice once again taking on a seductive tone. "Now, let's see if you can handle the real thing."
I reached towards the toilet and plunger, lining them up in front of him, along with a bottle of lube and a blindfold. He watched me warily as I explained what each tool was for. The toilet brush was for cleaning his ass if he didn't swallow everything; the lube was to make it easier for him to take; and the blindfold was so he couldn't see what was coming next.
I knelt down again, this time placing the plunger between his ass cheeks. Slowly, I worked it in and out, stretching him open and making him moan in pleasure and discomfort. When he was sufficiently prepared, I removed the plunger and positioned myself behind him, my cock hard and ready.
I slid into his tight, warm ass, feeling him quiver around me. He was used to taking shit, but this was different; this was someone else's shit, mixed with their urine, coated in lube and ready for him to consume.
As I fucked him from behind, I fed him shit and piss from the funnel. At first, it was difficult for him to take it all in, but I pushed him, urging him onwards. Slowly but surely, he began to accept more and more of the thick, foul-tasting mixture.
Finally, when I could feel that he had taken everything I could give him, I pulled out and turned him around, my cock still buried deep inside him. I reached for the blindfold and pulled it off, revealing his face covered in drool and lube, his eyes red and rimmed with tears.
"Well done, my toilet slave," I purred, leaning down to kiss him gently on the forehead. "You've proven yourself worthy of my attention. Tomorrow, we'll do it again."
With that, I gave him one final wink and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him there to soak in the filth and humiliation, wondering what would come next.
