Mistress Anna had always been intrigued by the idea of having a living toilet bowl. One who would not only be submissive enough to allow her to use him for her most intimate needs but also enjoy every moment of it. And so, after months of searching, she finally found her perfect candidate – a young man who was willing to undergo the training to become her personal human toilet.
On the day of their meeting, Mistress Anna greeted him with a warm smile, her eyes glinting with anticipation. She led him into her lavish bathroom, where a large golden throne sat in the center of the room. Beside it was a plush mat, adorned with expensive silk pillows and blankets.
"This is where you will belong from now on, my slave," she said, her voice soft yet commanding. "You are about to embark on a journey that will be both humiliating and exhilarating. Are you ready?"
The young man nodded, his heart racing in both fear and excitement. Mistress Anna walked over to a cabinet filled with various toiletries and grabbed a large bottle labeled 'Natural Laxative'. She unscrewed the cap and held it out for him to see.
"From now on, this is what you will be living off of," she explained. "Drink it all down and then come back here."
As he downed the thick, foul-tasting liquid, he couldn't help but gag. But he forced it down, knowing that this was the first step in his new life. Once he was finished, he returned to stand before Mistress Anna, anxiously awaiting her next command.
She took a deep breath and then addressed him once more. "Now, it's time for your first test. I want you to lie back on that mat, curl up into a ball, and let your tongue hang out. When you're ready, I'll place my ass against your mouth and you'll clean me just like a toilet bowl."
The young man did as he was told, his stomach churning with a mix of fear, anticipation, and humiliation. When he was in position, Mistress Anna lowered herself onto his face, her soft round ass aligning perfectly with his lips and tongue. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching up and pressing his tongue against her anus.
She gasped in pleasure as he began to tongue bathe her, cleaning her both inside and out. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before – both degrading and arousing at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally pulled away, smiling approvingly at his efforts.
"Very good, my toilet. Now, it's time for the next part of your training." She pointed towards a nearby toilet, from which a sickly-sweet aroma was emanating. "You see that toilet over there? I just took the most massive shit of my life. And you're going to clean it up for me."
The young man's heart raced as he approached the offending object. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he knew there was no going back now. He got down on his hands and knees and began to sniff at the putrid mess, his face contorting in disgust. But then something strange happened – he felt an inexplicable urge to taste it.
Cautiously, he reached out a trembling hand and scooped up a small amount of shit between his fingers. He brought it to his lips, closing his eyes tightly as he prepared himself for the worst. But instead of the nauseating taste he was expecting, it tasted... surprisingly sweet.
He looked up at Mistress Anna in surprise, but she just smiled knowingly. "Yes," she said. "My shit tastes delicious, doesn't it? And you're going to enjoy every last bite."
And so, the young man began his new life as Mistress Anna's toilet. He cleaned up her messes, licked her clean, and even begged for more. And as he did so, he discovered something unexpected – he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with his Mistress with each passing day.
