Bastiennes Butt Butter - SWALLOW IT Training: LEVEL 4

Bastiennes Butt Butter - SWALLOW IT Training: LEVEL 4

I walked into the bathroom, my moist vanilla scent filling the room. My eyes wandered to the toilet slave, kneeling on the cold white tiles. He looked up at me with anticipation and fear in his eyes, his cock already hard in his chastity cage. He knew the routine; he had been through it before. Today was no different. I held the golden spoon in my hand, loaded with a generous amount of warm, creamy shit from my ass. This was his ultimate reward and punishment - swallowing every drop of my delicious shit.

I pushed down his chin, forcing him to look down at the spoon. He parted his lips hesitantly, his eyes rolling back in his head as I slowly spooned the buttery, brown substance into his mouth. He moaned softly as the taste of my fresh, warm shit filled his senses. His tongue rolled out, licking the remaining sweetness off the spoon.

I smiled. This was progress. He was learning faster than I had anticipated. Now, his next challenge was to catch more of my shit using only his mouth, without any help from me. It wasn't easy; they never were. But they always seemed to enjoy the experience.

As I worked through the training session, I could see the excitement building in him. His eyes were glassy with need, and his cock throbbed harder against the restrictive metal cage. He was desperate for release, but it would only come after he had proven himself worthy of my love. And that meant swallowing every last drop of my delicious shit.

Finally, I decided it was time to test his progress. I knelt down in front of him, my ass hovering just over the edge of the toilet bowl. His eyes widened in shock and lust as he realized what I was about to do - he was going to catch my shit all by himself!

I let out a soft sigh, enjoying the feeling of my full bowels pressing against the thin layer of cotton covering my ass. Then, I released a large, steamy turd directly into his excitedly waiting mouth. He gagged slightly at the unexpected size, but managed to keep it within his mouth. A trickle of drool escaped down his chin as he skillfully swallowed my thick, creamy load.

I stood up, admiring his work. He looked up at me with pride and anticipation, his cock throbbing harder than ever. "Well done, my toilet slave," I whispered softly, running my fingers through his tousled hair. "You've improved greatly since our last session." He smiled, his eyes gleaming with joy and desire.

With a sigh, I realized that my training wasn't just about teaching them how to consume my shit. It was also about showing them the power dynamics that come with being willing to submit so completely. It was about owning them, body and soul. They were my toilet slaves, and everything they were, they were because of me.

I stepped away, leaving him kneeling there, panting heavily. He looked up at me longingly, his cock still straining against the metal cage. "I can't wait for our next session," he whispered. And with that, he leaned forward and licked the last drops of my shit off the tiles, eagerly awaiting his next round of training.

Final thoughts: Toilet slaves are truly unique individuals. They possess a combination of submissiveness, desire, and a love for all things taboo that is truly captivating. As their mistress, it is my duty to push them to their limits, both physically and mentally. And as they improve, they become more passionate and devoted to their submission. It is a delicate balance of power and pleasure, one that I take great delight in exploring and perfecting.