Part 2: The Process of Becoming a Toilet Slave Scatology Accelerates
As the night progressed, Madison continued to groom her new toy into becoming a willing participant in the world of toilet slave scatology. After forcing him to consume her urine and feces, she moved on to more intimate practices.
First, she made him lie down on the cold, hard floor and poured a generous amount of her freshly-filled litter box onto his face. The putrid stench of ammonia and excrement filled the air as he struggled to breathe through the thick, gooey mass coating his nose and mouth.
Next, she pulled down her underwear and straddled his face, pressing her soiled pussy against his lips. "Taste it," she commanded, grinding her hips against his face.
He opened his mouth, hesitant but compliant, as she lowered herself onto his tongue, rubbing her cunt against his face. A warm stream of urine flowed out of her, drenching his mouth and chin as he tasted the salty liquid mixed with her arousal.
Finally, she sat on his face long enough to let him know she wasn't finished yet before standing up and stepping away. She grabbed a wet wipe from a nearby bowl and handed it to him, smirking as he used it to clean himself off as best he could.
Next, she placed a small plate in front of him and poured the remaining urine from her earlier activities onto it. "This will be your new drinking water," she explained matter-of-factly.
She then retrieved a used pair of panties from somewhere in the room and dipped them into the puddle of urine on the plate. As she did so, she leaned over him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and whispered into his ear. "This is going to feel really good when you shove them all the way down your throat."
With that, she stuffed the wet panties into his mouth, making him gag as the already-acrid taste of urine was overwhelmed by the soaking fabric. For several minutes, she stood there, watching him struggle to breathe through the wad of fabric in his mouth, his eyes watering with the effort.
Finally, she relented, removing the panties and allowing him to breath again. As he lay there, panting and exhausted, he couldn't help but wonder what twisted fantasies lay ahead for him in this new, dark world of toilet slave scatology.
For now, he knew all too well that his training had only just begun.
