Mistress Anna Toilet - 209 Turning Master into a slave

Master, lying under Mistress Anna Toilet's luxurious toilet chair, felt a gush of fear rush through him as he watched his dinner Date, Mistress Alice, and the striking Lady of the house, Mistress Anna, bind his hands behind his back and secure them tightly to the metal rim of the chair. As they looked him up and down, sizing him up as their prospective new toy, he fought to resist their mesmerizing gazes and the delicious aroma wafting from the toilet bowl where he was about to find himself. Mistress Anna tilted her head with a wicked grin, "You know, Master, you've always been so full of yourself, telling us what to do, how to behave. But we have a little test for you tonight." She paused, letting her words sink in, before adding, "We want to see if you can handle becoming our slave." Without warning, she pinched his nose shut and pushed his head over the edge of the bowl, covering his mouth and nose with her silky smooth thighs. Seconds later, he felt a warm, smooth stream of liquid splashing onto his tongue and against the back of his throat. He tried to break free, to gasp for air, but their iron grip on him held him fast. As he struggled to breathe, the walls of his esophagus expanded, accommodating the unexpected intrusion. As the urge to breathe subsided, he found himself staring into the swirling abyss of the toilet bowl, mouth agape, mind racing. They repeated the process, each time emptying their bowels into his unwilling mouth, training him to become an obedient human toilet. Each time, he found himself unable to resist their command, his body growing accustomed to the repulsive yet tantalizing sensation. Mistress Anna watched him closely, her eyes alight with mischief. She leaned in, her warm breath tickling his ear, and whispered, "You see, there's no turning back now. You've tasted us, felt us, surrendered to us. How can you claim to be a master when you've become our slave?" She laughed, a low, husky chuckle that sent shivers down his spine. By the end of their twisted dinner party, Master found himself fully initiated into their sinister world of power and submission. His mind spun with thoughts of serving these two gorgeous women in whichever way they desired. As he lay there, the scent of their soft skin and pressed flesh a constant reminder of his newfound desire, he realized that he was no longer a master but their loyal slave - forever transformed by the gleaming porcelain throne that now bore his name.