In a small, dimly lit room, a young woman knelt before a strange contraption. It was like a toilet, but larger and more ornate, with intricate designs carved into its wooden frame. She was naked from the waist down, and her heart hammered in her chest as she looked up at the figure standing over her.
He was tall and muscular, his body bare except for a kilt that accentuated his well-formed thighs. His face was hidden behind a mask — a sinister-looking visage adorned with silver trim and elaborate horns. In his hand was a long, thin rod, tipped with a sharp point.
"Stand up, slave," he commanded in a deep, commanding voice. The woman rose shakily to her feet, her gaze fixed on the rod in his hand. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear as she wondered what it was for.
"Initiate toilet service," he ordered, and she hesitated for a moment before approaching the strange toilet. She knew what was expected of her, but the reality of it sent shivers down her spine.
"Open your mouth," he said, and she complied, opening her lips as wide as she could. The tip of the rod touched her tongue, and she closed her eyes, willing herself not to flinch. Slowly, he pushed the rod deeper into her mouth, forcing her to taste the metallic tang of the device.
Finally, the rod was fully inserted, and he stepped back, his gaze raking over her body. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but also aroused by the power he held over her. "Now begin," he commanded, and she knelt before the toilet once more.
With shaking hands, she positioned herself over the strange contraption, lowering her bare bottom until it was hovering just above the opening. She could feel the cool air hitting her most private place, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Start the flow," he said, and she reached up, gripping the sides of the toilet. As if of their own accord, her fingers found the places she needed to press, and a warm stream of urine poured out of her. It splashed against the porcelain and filled the room with its musky scent.
Her whole body trembled as she focused on Pushing the stream of pee, feeling it build up inside her. She knew what would happen next; she had been through this before. A small, excited shiver ran through her as she waited for his command.
"Drink it all," he said, his voice a low rumble in the room. She opened her mouth wide, allowing the hot liquid to flow over her tongue and down her throat. It was an odd sensation, but one she had come to enjoy in her toiletman training.
As she finished drinking every last drop, she felt a sense of accomplishment wash over her. She looked up to meet the Toiletman's gaze, feeling a twinge of desire in her belly for the power he held. They shared a look, communication passed between them without words.
Finally, he spoke. "Very good, slave. Now it is time to clean yourself," he said, and she knew what that meant. Climbing to her feet, she reached behind her and grasped the metallic butt plug nestled in her anus. She pulled it out, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried not to flinch from the sensation.
With shaking hands, she turned on the showerhead mounted above her head and washed away the last traces of her urine. The cool water felt refreshing against her skin, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she felt herself begin to relax.
As she reached down to pull up her panties, she felt the toiletman's hand on her wrist. "No, slave. Stand still," he commanded, and she froze. He reached out and grabbed her breast, squeezing it gently before releasing it. She felt a jolt of electricity run through her body, reminding her of who was in control here.
From behind, she felt the other hand wrap around her waist and pull her closer. Slowly, inexorably, he pressed their genitals together, and she felt his hardness against her softness. They stood there, locked in a fierce embrace, both breathing heavily.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving her trembling in his wake. "Your training is not over yet, slave," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But for now, you may rest." She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and slowly pulled on her panties before leaving the room, her heart fluttering with a mix of fear and excitement for what would come next.
