It was a Sunday morning, and Toiletboy was excited yet nervous about the weekend that had just passed. He knew he had served his Mistresses, Victoria and Roberta, well and had done everything they had asked of him. The two dominant women owned him body and soul, treating him as their personal toilet to be used as they saw fit. Despite the humiliating nature of his role, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in the service he provided them.
As he awoke to the sounds of his Mistresses preparing for the day ahead, he listened intently to their instructions. The conversation turned to him as usual, and he heard them discussing what they had planned for him next. To his dismay, they announced that today he would be ingesting two meals designed specifically to give him diarrhea. He couldn't believe his luck; he had become accustomed to their unusual "treatments," but this was something new.
Mistress Victoria stood first at the toilet, her asshole still steaming from the previous use. The smell was intoxicating, and his cock twitched in anticipation as he watched her lower herself onto it. She grinded against him, teasing him with her ass before finally relieving herself into his mouth. He swallowed every last drop greedily, savoring the taste of her warm excrement. As he did so, Mistress Roberta approached from behind, running her fingers through his hair.
"You know what comes next, don't you?" she whispered seductively in his ear.
Toiletboy nodded hesitantly; he knew all too well what she was implying. With shaking hands, he took hold of his throbbing erection and began to stroke it gently. It felt good to be desired in this way, even if it was just for the pleasure of urination or defecation. Mistress Roberta grinned wickedly as she watched him, her dark eyes filled with a sinister glint.
"I want you to taste your own cum," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Toiletboy groaned in submission as he leaned back and watched Mistress Roberta approach the toilet. She positioned herself directly over him, her asshole aimed squarely at his face. With a loud groan, she released a hot stream of piss onto his face, laughing as he opened his mouth to taste it. The liquid was warm and salty, coating his tongue and making him shiver with pleasure. After draining her bladder, she stepped aside, her thighs still trembling from the orgasm she'd just experienced.
"Now drink your cum," she commanded again, and Toiletboy complied without hesitation. He gulped down the salty fluid greedily, savoring the mix of his own seed and Mistress's urine. When he was finished, he looked up at Mistress Roberta with pleading eyes, hoping for a little more.
"One more thing," she said, reaching into a drawer beside the toilet. She pulled out a large black dildo, its length daunting even to someone as used to humiliation as Toiletboy was. "Open wide," she said, and Toiletboy knew what was coming next. With one swift motion, she forced the thick plug into his mouth, pushing it deep into his throat. He gagged and choked as she held it there, smirking down at him.
"Now swallow," she commanded, and with no choice but to obey, he did as he was told. The dildo slid down his throat, leaving a trail of saliva behind. His stomach churned at the thought of what this would do to him later on when combined with the diarrhea meals he was about to consume. With a satisfied grin, Mistress Roberta stepped aside.
Toiletboy looked up at his two Mistresses nervously. He knew they were enjoying this power trip over him, but there was something about it that turned him on. Despite his fear and disgust, he couldn't help but find pleasure in being their toilet slave. As if reading his thoughts, Mistress Victoria placed a plate in front of him on the toilet seat.
"Here's your first meal," she said, her voice full of malice. Toiletboy looked down to see what she'd prepared for him: a steaming pile of what looked like spaghetti Bolognese. But as he sniffed cautiously, he recognized the strong smell of excrement. With a sigh, he knew this was going to be a long day.
The first meal didn't take long to take effect; within minutes he felt the urge to shit rapidly rising. His stomach churned with nausea as he struggled to contain his foul-smelling turd. The taste was even worse than he'd feared, and it wasn't long before he was doubled over, heaving violently into the toilet bowl. Mistress Victoria and Mistress Roberta watched him intently, their faces alight with excitement. They encouraged him to drink water, eager to see him hurry up and soak the meat grinder that was his insides.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to expel everything from his body. He looked up at them, defeated, waiting for his next meal. Mistress Roberta stepped forward, her hand returning with another plate filled with the same foul-smelling stew. He obediently opened his mouth to receive it, eager to please his mistresses no matter how humiliating the task.
The second meal went down just as badly as the first, and before long he was retching and shitting again. This time, he couldn't even keep the food down; it came bubbling back up like vomit. It was disgusting but fascinating at the same time. As he lay there helpless, looking up at his Mistresses with pleading eyes, he knew he was truly theirs.
The toilet was their plaything, and they would use him however they saw fit. The three of them laughed together, a twisted echo of darkness in the bathroom. And just like that, the weekend was over. The next time they called him, it would be for something even more degrading and disgusting. But Toiletboy couldn't wait.
