Part 5: Natalys Turns the Toilet Slave into Her Human Toilet
Natalys giggled as she slipped out of her loose-fitting yoga pants, revealing the tight, black mesh panties that hugged her perky round ass. She played with her long hair, tossing it behind her shoulder as she made her way over to the hidden compartment beneath her bed.
Opening the door, she reached in and pulled on the leash attached to the toilet slave's collar. With a gentle tug, he emerged from the darkness, his body rigid and tense as he felt the cool air brush against his bare skin.
"Good morning, my little toilet slave," she purred, running her fingers through his messy hair. "It's time for you to earn your keep."
The toilet slave lowered his head in submission, his heart racing as he anticipated what she had in store for him. He knew that once he was locked into position underneath her toilet bowl, there would be no escape until she released him.
Natalys smiled cruelly, pulling him closer to her body. She ran her hand over his naked chest, tracing her fingers along his ribcage and teasingly trailing them lower towards his belt.
"I think it's time for you to clean out my bowels," she whispered, reaching down to unfasten his pants. "I don't want any leftover shit in there, do you understand?"
As she slid his pants down his legs, he felt a tickle in his anus that made him squirm uncomfortably. She laughed at his discomfort, squeezing his softening cock lightly before letting go.
"You'll get used to it," she promised darkly, pulling him closer to the open toilet seat.
With a final tug, she secured his collar to the metal ring attached to the toilet bowl and locked it into place with a click. Instantly, all movement ceased as he was held immobile in position beneath her.
Feeling him shivering under her touch, Natalys couldn't help but chuckle wickedly. Grabbing a handful of his short black hair, she forced his face down closer towards her crotch.
"Suck on my balls," she commanded calmly, her voice dripping with authority.
As he began to lick and suck on her sensitive ballsack, feeling the cold metal walls pressing in on him from all sides, the toilet slave could feel a warm wetness growing between his parted legs. Natalys reached down with her free hand and grinned as she found what she was looking for.
"Nice and ready for me, I see," she purred, caressing the growing bulge in his pants. "You know what this means, don't you?"
With that, she pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles, revealing his hard cock to the cool air. As she positions her juicy pussy above his mouth, he felt her hot juices dripping onto his tongue, giving him a taste of what was to come.
With a sly smile, Natalys lowered herself onto the toilet, seating his cock deeply inside her. The feel of her heaving ass moving against him was exhilarating, almost overwhelming in the small confined space. He tried to move in sync with her, his hands clenching and unclenching reflexively against the metal walls.
As they both rode out their orgasms together, pumping and grinding against each other, the toilet slave closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the reality of his situation. He knew that once she was done with him, he would be left there, empty and used, until she called on him again.
With a final thrust, Natalys collapsed forward onto his chest, her heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Slowly, she pulled herself away from him, her juices dripping from his cock onto the cold tile floor.
"Good boy," she muttered, patting him on the head before releasing him from his bonds.
Still panting heavily, the toilet slave crawled out from under the bed, his mind racing with a mix of pleasure and disgust. He knew that his life had been reduced to serving as a living toilet for whoever desired him, but he couldn't muster up the strength to fight back against his captors. All he could do was obey, and await his next turn in the toilet.
