Today was going to be a day of humiliation for the poor pathetic toilet. After following his mistress's orders to stroke, cum, and swallow his own cum at home, he now stood before Mistress Victoria awaiting his fate. He knew he was to be their receptacle for both piss and shit, but little did he know they had something much more degrading in store for him. They decided to feed him not one but two diarrhea meals today, starting with Mistress Victoria in the morning.
As he stood there shivering with anticipation, he felt his lower regions twitch and grumble with excitement at the thought of what was to come. Mistress Victoria walked up to him, towering over him with her tall frame and confident stride. She wore a sultry black dominatrix outfit, accentuating her curves and sharp features. She looked him up and down before finally speaking. "Well, well, well, aren't you just the lucky one?" she purred. "You get to be my dumping ground today."
She motioned for him to kneel on the cold hard floor before her. Grudgingly obliging, he felt the rough texture of the tiles bite into his skin through his thin clothes. Mistress Victoria strolled in front of him, her high heels clacking against the floor. She stopped suddenly, turning around slowly to present her perfect backside to him. Her cheeks were plumped with what he prayed was the first serving of diarrhea.
"You see this, toilet?" she asked, jutting her ass out further. "This is what you're going to be eating today. And you better believe you're going to enjoy every last drop."
She bent over slightly so he could see the outline of her anus, still covered by her lace thong. Slowly, she inched it downward, revealing the dark entrance that would soon be filling his mouth. "Open wide," she commanded, voice laced with contempt. The toilet complied, eager to taste his mistress's foul offering. He willed his mouth to water, eager to please her even in his degraded state.
As he opened his mouth, she shoved the first piece of shit into his mouth forcefully, making him gag on its foul taste and texture. She rubbed the rest of it over his tongue and across his face, smearing it across his skin like war paint. "Good boy," she crooned, clearly amused by his discomfort. "Now, show your appreciation by swallowing every drop."
The toilet did as he was told, gulping down the revolting mess and begging for more. But Mistress Victoria wasn't finished with him yet. She stepped over to a nearby table, her high heels clicking against the floor. On the table lay a tray with a small rubber dish and a diaper. She took the dish in one hand and pointed at it with the other. "This," she said, dangling the rubber toy in front of his face, "is for your second serving."
The toilet's heart sank as he recognized the small toy. It was meant for babies to use when they had diarrhea. He had never been so humiliated in his life, but he knew better than to protest. As Mistress Victoria fastened the diaper around his waist, he felt a small glimmer of hope. Maybe this was all just a sick joke, and she would spare him from having to consume the awful mess.
But as she picked up the rubber dish, his hopes were quickly dashed. "Open your mouth," she demanded again. He complied, knowing better than to disobey his mistress. She spooned the stringy, chunky mess into his mouth, making him gag once again. The taste was even worse than before, coating his tongue and teeth with a thick film of diarrhea. He forced himself to swallow, feeling like he was being consumed alive by the disgusting liquid.
Mistress Victoria watched him, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That's a good toilet," she said. "Now go on and clean up after yourself." She pointed to a nearby bucket filled with water and a rag. The toilet knew what he had to do, and he did it without question. He knelt down, using the water and rag to wipe up the mess he had made on the floor. As he did so, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what his life had come to: a humiliating cycle of servitude and filth.
Soon after, Mistress Victoria left the room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He sat there, buckled up in his diaper and throbbing with need. The mixture of shame and arousal coursed through his veins as he awaited his next mistress's arrival. Little did he know, Mistress Roberta had something even more degrading in store for him...
