Today marked the second training session for my new toilet slave. The day before, he had struggled to swallow just three small pieces of my shit. However, I could see that he was eager to prove himself and become a truly obedient toilet slave.
I tied him down to my special chair, ensuring that he couldn't touch himself. His cock was already half-hard from anticipation, but I didn't want him to get aroused during the training session. I began spoon-feeding him my shit, observing his progress closely.
To my surprise, he seemed to be improving already. He swallowed the first two pieces with slightly less difficulty than before, and the third one went down without any trouble at all. I smiled in satisfaction and continued feeding him my shit.
Every now and then, I noticed that he was close to puking, but he managed to control himself admirably. I could sense that he was getting thirsty, so I decided to up the ante a bit. I filled a baby bottle with my freshly peed-in, and handed it over to him.
"Drink up, toilet slave," I commanded him coldly.
He hesitantly took the bottle and started drinking my pee, eager to please me. I continued feeding him my shit from a separate dish, making sure he was getting a steady stream of it. After a few more spoonfuls, he asked for another drink.
"Show me how much you've improved," I told him, releasing one of his hands and allowing him to touch his cock.
He took the opportunity and started jerking off, his eyes fixed on me in anticipation. It was clear that he wanted to prove himself worthy of his new position as my toilet slave. He continued jerking off, his face contorted with pleasure as he aimed his cum towards the baby bottle.
Just when he was about to cum, I snatched the bottle away from him and smirked. "Not yet, toilet slave," I taunted him cruelly.
His pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as I fed him another huge chunk of my shit. His struggles were evident, but he managed to swallow it whole, proving his worth as a true slave.
Finally, I gave him permission to cum. He came hard, his cum splashing against the walls of the baby bottle. I watched with satisfaction as he trembled in pleasure, his body exhausted from the intense training session.
As a reward for his obedience and progress, I untied him and let him lie down on the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes brimming with gratitude and respect. I felt a surge of power course through me, knowing that I had complete control over him.
"You may call me Mistress Gaia," I said softly, running my fingers through his sweaty hair. "I expect you to serve me well, and in return, I will make sure you are treated with the dignity that a good toilet slave deserves."
He nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with devotion. "Yes, Mistress Gaia," he whispered reverently. "I will serve you faithfully, until the end of days."
