Dazu, the old human toilet, found himself in a familiar yet unsettling situation. He was bound under a gleaming new toilet seat, his body tensed and ready for the torrent of piss and shit that would soon come crashing down upon him. His mistress stood over him, a devilish grin spread across her face as she surveyed her handiwork.
The training had been grueling and relentless. For weeks on end, Dazu had been subjected to the most degrading acts of humiliation and filth. He'd been forced to swallow every bit of piss and shit that was dumped onto his waiting tongue, his ability to please his mistress hinging on his willingness to abase himself completely.
Despite his age, Dazu's body still held surprising reserves of endurance. His muscles ached from the bindings that held him in place, but he refused to give into the pain. This was his fate, his purpose, and he would see it through to the bitter end.
As the golden cascade of urine began to flow, Dazu's mouth filled with the stinging ammonia-laced liquid. He gagged and choked, his eyes watering from the force of it, but he didn't dare move an inch. His mouth hurt a little from the clear mouth expander that pushed his lips apart, revealing his yellowing teeth. But that pain was nothing compared to the burning in his gut as he forced himself to swallow one torrent after another of noxious fluids.
The mistress kept him waiting for a while, savoring the sight and sound of her pet's discomfort. Finally, she decided it was time for the main course. She pushed her ass towards him, aiming her steaming black hole directly at his face.
Dazu opened his mouth eagerly, desperate for any sign of approval from his mistress. As the first glob of shit landed on his tongue, he closed his eyes in anticipation of the salty bitter shower. This time, he had done well.
The mistress reached for a pair of tongs, and with a cruel smirk, she began mashing the putrid brown shit, which squelched noisily inside Dazu's mouth as he struggled to chew on it. It was thick and sticky, and it clung to his teeth like glue, refusing to be dislodged no matter how he writhed and twisted.
Dazu felt the sting in his throat as the lump of shit began its descent towards his gullet. He closed his eyes and braced himself, willing himself not to vomit up the repulsive mass. Even though it was disgusting, even though it made him want to weep with despair, he knew he had to swallow. It was the only way to prove his worth to his mistress.
And so he swallowed, feeling the slimy mass slide down his throat, coating his esophagus with a slimy layer of filth. The mistress plastered his mouth shut with more goo, ensuring that not one morsel of shit would escape him.
When she was finally satisfied, she stepped back, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied smirk. Dazu lay there, exhausted and dirty, but there was nothing but gratitude in his eyes. She was his goddess, his queen, and he would do anything to please her, no matter how depraved or degrading the act might be.
