PooAlina heard the door opening as her Mistress, Katrina, stepped into the room. She turned her head slowly, her eyes fixed on the object in Katrina's hands. It was a sleek contraption that looked both strange and disturbing.
"What is that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Katrina smiled coldly. "It's an instrument for feeding you your meals," she replied. "Now lie down on the toilet seat and open your mouth."
PooAlina did as she was told, her heart racing with fear and anticipation. She hadn't been sure what to expect when Katrina referred to her as a toilet slave, but this was worse than anything she could have imagined.
Katrina placed the device on the rim of the toilet bowl and attached it to PooAlina's lips with a soft silicone strap. The tool was cold against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a flurry of activity at her rear end as Katrina undid her pants and underwear, revealing her bare ass and her sex, glistening with moisture.
"No more touching," Katrina warned, her voice echoing through the room. "From now on, you'll be taking all of your meals through this device. Do you understand?"
PooAlina nodded feebly, her tongue flicking nervously over her lips. She looked down at the toilet bowl, already filling with urine as Katrina began to pee into it. The smell of her piss wafted up towards her, making her gag slightly.
Katrina watched as PooAlina struggled with the unfamiliar sensation of urine trickling into her mouth. She chuckled darkly and moved away, grabbing a pair of latex gloves and some towelettes. She cleaned herself up while PooAlina continued to consume her urine, her body shuddering with revulsion.
As the toilet filled to the brim with PooAlina's filth, Katrina unfastened the strap on her newfeeding instrument and removed it from PooAlina's mouth. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped her clean, enjoying the feeling of her warm, soft lips against her fingers.
"Now it's time for your real meal," she said, a cruel smile spreading across her face. She walked over to a nearby table and picked up a small plastic container, not bothering to hide the contents from her disgusting pet. It was a steaming hot bowl of her feces, thick and gooey with undigested food and traces of blood.
PooAlina whimpered softly, her body trembling with fear and anticipation. She knew there was no escape from this torment, no matter how much she pleaded or begged. Katrina placed the container under the pressure hose and turned on the tap.
"Open wide," she commanded, pushing the strap of the device onto PooAlina's lips again. PooAlina complied, feeling the cold metal brush against her tongue as the first mouthful of shit was forced into her mouth. She gagged violently, struggling to swallow as the nausea rose up inside her.
Katrina watched, a twisted sense of satisfaction washing over her. She had chosen PooAlina carefully, knowing full well that she was the perfect toilet slave - pathetic, weak, and completely under her control. And now, thanks to this newfeeding instrument, she could observe every disgusting detail of her slave's meals without ever having to touch them.
It was the perfect system.
