I returned home from the gym, feeling sweaty and ready to relax. My friend Sophia accompanied me, her cheerful laughter echoing through the hallway as we made our way towards our apartment. Upon reaching the door, I knew something was amiss - the telltale scent of urine in the air was unmistakable. With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I realized what had happened; my slave had disobeyed my instructions once again.
As we pushed open the door and entered the bedroom, there he was, waiting for us on the bed: my toilet slave. He looked up at us with pleading eyes, clearly aware of his mistake. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for him as he trembled in anticipation of our wrath.
Sophia and I exchanged knowing glances, both sharing the same thought – it was time to make an example of him. We began by making him smell our feet, relishing in the look of utter humiliation on his face as he worshipped our stinky soles. The scent of sweat and dirt from our workout shoes only served to heighten his embarrassment.
Next, we decided to test his dedication by sitting on his face. Without hesitation, he opened wide, eager to please us despite the discomfort it must have caused him. The weight of our bodies on his face made him squirm, but he didn't move an inch. We savored the power we held over him as we sat there, our soft skin pressing against his nose and mouth.
Feeling emboldened by his obedience, we decided to take things even further. We brought out a funnel and made him swallow pee through it. He choked and sputtered at first, but eventually managed to swallow every drop. It was an intimate act that brought us closer together, sharing in the dominance of our toilet slave.
Finally, it was time for the grand finale. We made him kneel on the edge of the bed, his head hanging low in submission. One by one, we took turns shitting in his mouth. The look of pure terror on his face as he felt our warm, steaming feces filling his mouth was exhilarating. We took our time, savoring every moment of his humiliation. It was the ultimate punishment for a slave who had disobeyed us.
As we finished, we stood back to admire our handiwork. Our toilet slave looked up at us, tears streaming down his face. He knew that this was his life now - a life of servitude and humiliation. But despite the pain and shame he felt, he could not deny the allure of being our human toilet. As we left him there, curled up in the fetal position on the bed, we knew that our bond would only grow stronger from this experience.
