Toilet Slaves Scatology - Whipped, Pissed and Shat On!

In Aya's bathroom, Kazuo knelt on the cold, hard tile, his body quivering in anticipation of the torment that was to come. He clutched his chastity device tightly, desperately wishing he could relieve himself from the constant pressure. But that would be a futile hope: Aya, his sadistic mistress, had promised him nothing but humiliation and filth. A lump formed in his throat as he heard the click of her high heels approaching from behind. She was already dressed in a black latex catsuit that hugged her curves tightly, accentuating her hourglass figure. She reached down, grabbed the metal chain that connected his chastity device to the wall, and jerked hard - pulling him off balance and instantly reminding him who was in control here. "You're such a pathetic little toilet slave," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "I can't wait to see how much of a scatologist you can become under my guidance." And with that, she pulled his face down to the gaping mouth of her black pvc toilet, the scent of urine wafting up from its bowels. "Open wide," she commanded, her breath hot against his cheek. Kazuo complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched in horror (and arousal) as her asscheeks clenched tightly - signaling that she was about to take a massive dump on his face. With a satisfying grunt, Aya positioned herself over the toilet properly and let go of her bowels. Her thick log of shit smacked against Kazuo's face with such force that he almost choked on it. The warm, viscous substance oozed down his throat as she grinned wickedly over his head. She pulled him up by the hair, forcing him to watch as she wiped her asscheeks clean with toilet paper, the flimsy paper doing nothing to staunch the flow of fresh feces that continued to pour out of her rear end. Kazuo whimpered softly, his mind reeling from the intense sense of humiliation - but his body was also betraying him with waves of arousal that threatened to escape from his chastity device. Finally satisfied, Aya let him down and pushed him towards the floor, making him crawl to her feat, his tongue darting out unconsciously to taste the salty residue of his mistress's ass. "Now lick me clean," she commanded, spreading her legs wide for him to see her dripping wetness between her thighs. With trembling hands, Kazuo buried his face between Aya's thighs, lapping up her arousal like a hungry dog. He could feel her fingers gently tugging on his hair, urging him on as she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. This was only the beginning of his training - but he knew for certain that it wouldn't be the last time he would be subjected to such depravity.