Two gorgeous teenage schoolgirls, Maki and Ayumi, were sitting on the second floor of their luxurious mansion. They were on the verge of concluding their weekend courses in scatology. As part of their assignment, they needed to find a human toilet they could dominate and turn into a slave.
Maki turned to Ayumi, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I think this will be fun," she said, her bottom lip quivering slightly in anticipation. "I just hope we find someone who'll be willing to do everything we ask."
Ayumi nodded in agreement, running her fingers through her long, silky hair. "I know," she replied, her voice shaky with nervousness, "but remember, we've been trained by the best. We can make him obey every command we give him."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. The two girls exchanged looks, their hearts racing with anticipation. Maki took a deep breath and walked over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it slightly. Standing there was a man who looked to be about thirty years old - a salesman, by the looks of him. He was dressed in an ill-fitting suit, his tie askew.
"Yes, can we help you?" Maki asked sweetly, leaning against the door frame and giving him a seductive smile.
The man looked conflicted for a moment before replying, "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong house. I was looking for-"
But before he could finish his sentence, Ayumi appeared behind Maki, her eyes cold and hard like two pieces of polished black obsidian. She grabbed his tie roughly and yanked him forward, forcing him onto his knees before them.
"Do you really think you have the wrong house?" she hissed, her voice venomous. "We saw you watching us from across the street. We know what you're here for."
The man tried to plead his case, saying he must've made a mistake, but it was too late. They knew he was here for something perverse, and they intended to make him pay for it.
Without further ado, Maki pushed him down onto his stomach, his face buried in her bosom as she ground her hips against him. Ayumi grabbed a bottle from a nearby table and handed it to Maki, smirking as she watched her friend prepare their first victim.
"Drink," Maki commanded, holding the bottle to his lips. Inside the bottle was a golden liquid that the man recognized as urine. As he took a sip, Maki let out a satisfied moan, running her fingers through his hair.
Ayumi took her turn, squatting over him and pushing her pussy against his face, making him inhale her musky scent. "Eat my shit," she demanded, grabbing his chin and forcing him to open his mouth. Unsure what else to do, he took a tentative lick and was surprised by how good it tasted.
The two girls took turns abusing him, making him taste their piss, shit, and even their underwear. They laughed and giggled like schoolgirls playing a game as they turned this poor man into their own personal toilet.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they grew tired of playing and decided it was time to make their new toilet slave perform his duty. They led him to the bathroom where they positioned him over a large golden bowl, his ass in the air and his cock standing at attention.
"Clean yourself out," Maki commanded, handing him a small brush with which to scrub his ass clean. After a few minutes of cleaning, he was ready for his true task. With a sigh of resignation, he lowered his pants and sprinkled his hardon with some of Ayumi's shit, taking it inside him in one smooth motion.
The girls watched with amusement as tears began to form in his eyes, but they said nothing. This was their new plaything, their personal toilet, and they would make him crave their filth until the end of time.
