Toilet Slaves Scatology - Efficient Human Toilet Rewarded!

The elegant mistress, dressed in a silk robe, sauntered into the bathroom and approached the toilet where her human toilet awaited her. The man, naked and bound with a diaper across his face and chest, trembled with anticipation as he heard the soft click of the bathroom door. He knew what was about to happen and his stomach churned with a mix of fear and arousal.

Without hesitation, the mistress lowered her exquisite body onto the toilet seat, her perfect derriere hovering just above the bowl. She gave a satisfied sigh as she felt the coolness of the porcelain against her skin. Her smugface twitched into a wicked grin as she turned her head towards the human toilet, who was staring wide-eyed in anticipation.

Slowly, she released a thin stream of soft, warm urine into the bowl, watching with delight as it splashed against the sides and slid down the drain. The human toilet's eyes widened further, his cock twitching beneath him as he imagined being showered in his mistress's golden nectar.

But today, the mistress had other plans. Today, she would test the limits of her toilet's obedience and discipline.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she shifted her weight slightly and began to release thin, stringy strands of succulent shit down into the bowl. One by one, they dropped, each one landing with a soft plop as they struck the water's surface. The human toilet's mouth opened wide, ready to catch each precious morsel that escaped his mistress's ass.

But the mistress was in no hurry. She savored the moment, taking her time to push out each thin string of shit, watching with amusement as her toilet struggled to keep up. The bowl began to fill quickly, the water now tinted with her beautiful turds. Just when the human toilet thought he could not handle another, she released the last shred of shit, sighing contentedly as it splashed against the water.

The human toilet, his mouth now filled with his mistress's excrement, looked up at her, expecting to be scolded or punished for not catching every last morsel. But instead, he was met with a look of surprise and admiration. His mistress leaned forward, her face inches from his, and whispered softly: "Well done, my little toilet. You've proven yourself once again."

His heart raced with anticipation as he awaited her next command. And then, she smiled, a slow, sultry grin that sent shivers down his spine. "As a reward for your obedience," she began, tracing a finger along the outline of his chin before pressing it into his lips, coating him in the last remnants of her shit. "I think you deserve a taste of your own medicine."

With that, she stood up, stepping over the gurgling sewage below her. "Clean yourself up," she commanded, and then left the room, leaving her toilet to ponder her words and wonder what kind of "reward" she had in store for him.