Under MuMMys Toilet - Be A Good Toilet and Flush It All Down

MuMMy, a powerful and assertive mistress, summoned her toilet boy to join her in the bathroom. She sat down on her regal-looking toilet throne and called out for him. He quickly made his way over, his heart beating faster at the thought of being so close to her again. She gestured for him to lie under the chair, positioning himself just right as she had taught him before. His face was inches from the cool, white porcelain of her toilet bowl. MuMMy looked down at him, her expression stern but hinting at the pleasure she derived from this twisted game they played together. "Are you my good little toilet?" she purred menacingly as she pushed him closer to the opening of the toilet bowl. She held her bladder, preparing to relieve herself on him once again. With a wicked grin, MuMMy began peeing into the toilet bowl, slowly at first and then more forcefully as her full stream pounded into him with each passing moment. He opened his mouth wide, anticipating every hot, salty drop that fell upon him. He held his breath, not wanting to upset this delicate balance they shared. "That's it, toilet boy," she cooed as she leaned forward slightly, her warm golden locks falling around him like a silken veil. "Drink it all up. Every last drop is for youShe continued to pee on him, relentless in her dominance and his submission. When she finally finished, MuMMy stood up and slowly walked away from the toilet, leaving him alone with her salty essence still lingering on his tongue. He could feel her wetness seeping into his skin, a tangible reminder of her power over him. She turned back to look at him, eyes gleaming with triumph, before grabbing a wad of toilet paper from the roll beside her and casually tossed it towards him. MuMMy left the bathroom to attend her meeting, knowing full well that he would remain there, patiently waiting for his mistress's next command. As soon as she was out of sight, he crawled from under the toilet and anxiously wiped away the remaining puddles from his once pristine white tiled floor—his only concern was to please her in anyway he could. Hours passed before MuMMy returned, and when she did, she marched straight to the bathroom. He shuffled over and positioned himself under the toilet as best he could, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. She sat down again, this time taking a deep breath before feeling the pressure building inside her. "I need you to flush it all down, toilet boy," she commanded as she leaned over him, releasing an enormous shit into the bowl—it was clear she'd been holding onto it just for him. The force of her bowel movement knocked him off balance momentarily but he managed to hold his position. "Now flush it!" Toilet boy didn't hesitate, knowing there would be consequences if he didn't obey instantly. He squirmed his way over to the lever and pulled it with all his might. The toilet flushed with a powerful rush, sending water splashing up around him. He waited there patiently, anticipating his next task from his mistress. "Good boy," she said softly, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair — a rare moment of affection from this dominant woman. "Now clean yourself up and get ready for the next round." With that, she began preparing herself for the next time she would need him to serve his purpose: her very own personal human toilet. And with a sigh, toilet boy knew it was his duty—nay, his privilege—to wait for her command again.