Today was an extraordinary day for my slave. He had been eagerly anticipating his visit to Miss Medeas' dirty little store. As he arrived, he heard the soft chimes of the bell ringing on the door, signaling his entry. Inside, Miss Medeas greeted him with a wicked smile that sent shivers down his spine.
She led him into a dimly lit room with sparse furniture. In the center of the room, there was a toilet bowl with strange contraptions around it. The slave began to understand that this wasn't going to be your average day at the potty.
Miss Medeas instructed him to undress completely and wait for further instructions. Nervously, he complied, standing before her in all his naked glory.
"You're going to have to endure a very perverted toilet training today, my slave," she told him with a sinister grin. "First, I'm going to use your mouth to spit in. Then, I'm going to blow my nose and make you eat my snot. It's now time to jerk your cock and make you very horny for what is about to come."
She placed her hand on his throbbing erection, feeling his pulse race beneath her fingertips. She stroked him gently, teasingly, before taking him into her mouth and sucking him hard. He moaned, his knees buckling at the sheer intensity of her blowjob.
Next, she blew her nose into a tissue and held it under his nose. "Now, you eat it," she commanded.
He took a deep breath and inhaled her snot, feeling it sink into the back of his throat. It was disgusting, but he couldn't deny the rush it gave him.
Miss Medeas moved on to the next step in her twisted training regime - facesitting and rimming. She straddled him, her voluptuous ass dangling above his face. He couldn't believe his luck as he took in the heady aroma of her ass, eager to taste her sweet musk.
She lowered herself down onto his face, grinding her hips against his nose and mouth. His tongue darted out, tasting the intoxicating mixture of sweat and perfume that emanated from her folds. He reached up, slipping a finger inside her asshole, savoring the feeling of her tight rim around his digit.
"You're doing great, my toilet," she moaned, her buttocks quivering with pleasure at his touch.
Finally, it was time for the main event. Miss Medeas filled a measuring cup with pee, urinating into it copiously. She licked her lips in anticipation, her eyes bright with excitement. She placed the measuring cup on the ground and took a step back, admiring her handiwork.
"Now, kneel before your Mistress," she commanded him.
Obediently, the slave knelt before her, his eyes never leaving the measuring cup. She smiled wickedly, grabbing a syringe filled with dirty water lying nearby. With practiced ease, she inserted the needle into the measure of pee, sucking up the liquid into the syringe.
"This is going to feel so good," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Slowly, she pushed the plunger down, forcing the golden liquid into her ass. He watched, mesmerized, as her cheeks hollowed out and then bounced back in again, accommodating his cum inside.
Now, it was time for the ultimate test of his skills as a toilet. Miss Medeas squatted over him, her ass hovering just above his face. "Open your mouth," she ordered.
He parted his lips eagerly, anticipating what was to come. A massive eruption of pee gushed forth from her asshole, hitting him square in the face. He closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of warm, golden liquid soaking into his skin.
This went on for what seemed like forever. As he began to feel light-headed from the influx of liquid into his system, Miss Medeas finally pulled away. He groaned in disappointment, wishing she would keep filling him up with her pee.
"You've passed the hardest part," she told him softly, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now, it's time to see what you can do with this."
She placed a fresh syringe filled with pee into his hands, guiding them to her asshole. He hesitated for a moment before plunging the needle into her tight hole. He braced himself, preparing for the forceful spray he knew would come.
With a loud gasp, Miss Medeas' ass exploded onto his face, sending a jet of pee into his mouth and down his throat. He choked and sputtered, but she kept him in place, her hands clamped on his head.
Finally, she pulled away and stepped back, allowing him to catch his breath. He could barely see through the haze of pee that covered him from head to toe. Between the fluids streaming from his eyes and nose, and the sticky substance covering every inch of his skin, he felt like nothing more than a living toilet.
She grinned at him, seeing the pride in his eyes as he realized that he had succeeded in his task. "Now, let's clean you up," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She led him over to the shower, turning on the water to wash away the remnants of their perverted game. As the warm stream of water hit his skin, he couldn't help but wonder what sick and twisted ideas she had up her sleeve for their next session.
