As I walked into my luxurious bathroom, I felt the urge to relieve myself. I glanced towards the bowl and saw my poor, pathetic toilet slave curled up on the cold tiled floor, anxiously awaiting his next humiliating task. With a smirk on my face, I slid my tight, little ass onto the toilet seat and immediately felt the pressure building up inside me.
I couldn't resist teasing my toilet slave a bit more before I started filling his mouth with my foul waste. "Wake up, you piece of shit," I growled, kicking him hard in the ribs. He groaned but didn't move, still lost in his own twisted fantasy world where he was being worshipped instead of treated like the filthy piece of scum he truly was.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back as I began to push. Oh, how it felt good to empty my bowels onto his waiting tongue. He opened his mouth obediently, ready to receive my warm turd as it slid down his throat with a sloppy, wet sound. His eyes watered, but he didn't dare make a noise. He knew the consequences if he disappointed me.
My girlfriends gathered around, watching with hungry eyes as I continued to fill my toilet slave's mouth. They laughed and mocked him, calling him names like "toilet boy" and "shit swallower." It only made me harder, more excited to degrade this pathetic creature even further.
As the last bits of shit were pushed past his lips, I stood up, admiring my handiwork in the mirror. My skin glistened with sweat, my cheeks flushed from both excitement and humiliation. "Good job," I murmured to my toilet slave, giving him a pat on the head before stepping back to let the others have their turn.
My girlfriends took turns using my toilet slave, each one giggling as they relieved themselves on his face or in his mouth. Some of them even went so far as to take out their tampons and use his tongue as a makeshift tampon applicator, grossing me out but also turning me on even more.
As the night wore on, my toilet slave lay there, surrounded by our filth and humiliation. His body ached from all the abuse he'd endured, yet he still managed a pathetic smile when he saw me coming back for more. He knew that this was his purpose, his destiny - to be used, degraded, and humiliated for the entertainment of others.
I leaned down, pressing my lips against his dirty, sweaty forehead. "You've been a good boy tonight, haven't you?" I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of affection and contempt for him. He nodded eagerly, grabbing onto my legs like a lifeline.
"Alright then, it's time for your reward." I pulled out a large, steel hook from my purse and stretched it in front of his eyes. His body tensed, anticipating the pain that was sure to come. I grinned wickedly as I hooked it over his lower lip piercing, pulling his mouth open wide. "You'll be a good little toilet slave for me, won't you?"
Without waiting for an answer, I tied the hook to the wall, leaving my toilet slave hanging in a humiliating pose. He whimpered, his eyes pleading with me to stop, but I just laughed and walked away, leaving him there to soak in his own filth until morning came.
