Toilet Slaves Scatology - Gagged: The Fate of Aging Human Toilet!

The old human toilet already had white hair on his head, but he had yet to fully satisfy his mistress, who had been training him for weeks. Today he had been bound under a gleaming new toilet seat, and the mistress demanded nothing more than perfection. To be absolutely still as the stream of piss and shit came down on your open and willing mouth - this was the goal and the desirable result. Dazu's mouth hurt a little from the clear mouth expander that pushed his lips apart, revealing his yellowing teeth. The pathetic slave closed his eyes in anticipation of the salty bitter shower. The mistress blossomed her anus and began dropping a thick puddle of sausages on the slave's teeth. He opened his mouth to receive the gift, and felt that this time, he had done well. The mistress grabbed a pair of tongs and mashed the putrid brown shit, that squelched noisily inside the slave's mouth as he tried to chew on it. This turd was a bit sticky and dry, and it's now going down his gullet, because it pleased the mistress. The mistress smiled and feigned disgust, plastering the slave's mouth so that not one morsel of shit could get out. Dazu felt his face flush with shame as the pungent odor of feces filled the small room. His mouth was stuffed to the brim with warm, dirty meat, and he could feel it slowly moving down his throat. He couldn't believe how humiliating this task was - being reduced to nothing more than a living garbage disposal for his mistress's amusement. As if that wasn't enough, the mistress stood above him, her perfect ass aimed right at his face. She let out a long, loud fart, and Dazu felt the warm wind on his face, followed by a cloud of stinky gas that enveloped him completely. The mistress laughed loudly, her body shaking with delight at the thought of how utterly disgusting she was making her poor toilet slave. Dazu tried desperately to hold back his tears, but it was no use. They streamed down his face as he choked on the mixture of shit and saliva that filled his mouth. He had never felt so dehumanized in his life - and yet, somehow, he couldn't help but find a perverse thrill in his filthy task. It was as if he was addicted to the shame and humiliation, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. As the session drew to a close, the mistress knelt down and leaned over Dazu, pressing her weight against him. She let out one last, heavy sigh, and Dazu felt a hot stream of piss splashing against his face. The salty liquid stung his eyes, but it didn't stop him from opening his mouth greedily to catch every drop. With a satisfied grunt, the mistress pulled the toilet seat up and released Dazu from his bonds. He fell to the floor, gasping for air, his mouth and throat raw from the abuse they had endured. The mistress smiled down at him, her face a mixture of triumph and malice. "Not bad, human toilet," she said softly. "You've improved." And so, another day in the life of a toilet slave came to an end. Dazu lay there, exhausted and filthy, wondering when he would have to face his mistress again and submit to her depraved desires. But even as he dwelled on his miserable situation, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude - because this was his purpose now, his place in the world. And even though it was disgusting and degrading, it was also oddly...addictive.