Toilet Slaves Scatology - Training new recruit - Full movie

In the confines of a lavishly decorated bathroom, a trio of beautiful mistresses stood before their newest recruit. The man before them was old and frail, but there was a spark of anticipation in his eyes that hinted at his submissive nature. They had found him through their network of willing toilet slaves, and after much deliberation, they had decided to take him on as their personal toilet slave. His name was Robert, but they would soon strip him of his identity and rename him with a more suitable moniker - one that reflected his newfound purpose in life.

The mistresses introduced themselves to Robert. There was Mistress Julia, who presided over the affairs of the household with an iron fist. Her mesmerizing emerald eyes flashed with authority as sheaddressed him. "You are now our property, slave." She said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Your only purpose in life will be to serve our every whim and desire."

Next was Mistress Alexis, a voluptuous redhead with a commanding presence. "Your body," she whispered seductively, running her manicured fingernails along his bare chest, "is at our disposal. You will use it to please us, slave." Her voice was like velvet, coaxing him deeper into submission.

And finally there was Mistress Anna, the youngest of the trio. Her delicate features belied a cruel nature, as demonstrated by the predatory smile that played on her lips. "Your mind," she purred, circling him slowly, "is now ours to control. You will obey us without question, slave."

The mistresses wasted no time in beginning Robert's training. They bound him to the wall with thick leather restraints, his wrists and ankles pulled taut. "You will learn quickly," Mistress Julia warned him, brandishing a long, leather whip. "If you disobey us, this will be your punishment." She snapped the whip menacingly, sending a sharp crack echoing through the room. Robert winced, knowing that he wouldn't like where this was going.

The mistresses spent hours putting him through his paces. They dressed him in women's underwear, made him wear high heels, and even forced him to wear a corset that pushed his abdomen inwards until it hurt to breathe. They made him stand for hours, his posture scrutinized at every turn. And when they were done, they forced him to endure an evening of degradation and humiliation at the hands of guests from a nearby masquerade ball.

The next day, Robert found himself being led into the bathroom again. This time, it was Mistress Alexis who addressed him. "Your first task as our toilet slave," she purred, running her tongue seductively over her lips, "is to become a human ashtray." She handed him a pack of cigarettes and watched as he hesitated for a moment before taking one between his lips. His hands trembled as he brought it to Mistress Alexis's burning cigarette, cupping his hands around hers protectively. The taste of ash and tobacco was strange on his tongue, but not entirely unpleasant.

As the day wore on, Robert found himself being put through an increasingly bizarre series of tasks. Mistress Anna pissed into a urinal cup and made him drink it clean; Mistress Julia took a massive shit in the toilet and shoved it into his mouth, laughing as he struggled not to gag. And yet, somehow, Robert found himself growing accustomed to these depravities. At night, as he lay in his tiny straw mattress, exhausted yet strangely satisfied, he knew that this was where he belonged - in the service of his mistresses.

Over the course of several weeks, Robert underwent a complete transformation. He had lost count of how many times he had been shat into his mouth, how many times he had licked the assholes of his mistresses clean, how many hours he had spent kneeling on the cold tile floor. But despite the hardships, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his submission. He was their toilet slave; they had made him into something truly unique - an object of desire who could be used and abused at will.

As the days blurred together into one continuous cycle of degradation and humiliation, Robert found himself growing increasingly attached to his new life. He had given up his old identity completely - there was no trace left of the man he once was. He was now simply a vessel for their pleasure, a willing participant in their dark fantasies. And he loved every minute of it.

Finally, after months of training, the mistresses decided that their new slave was ready for his final test. They led him into a lavish ballroom, where a crowd of guests had gathered for an evening of merriment and debauchery. Robert trembled as they unveiled him before the crowd; he was naked except for the collar around his neck, his body glistening with sweat and eau de toilette. And then they issued their challenge - any guest who could make him cum would be rewarded with a night of unrestricted access to any of the mistresses.

Hours passed, and dozens of guests took their turn trying to push Robert over the edge. Some fucked him in the ass while others sucked his cock, but still he remained stubbornly unmovable. Finally, as the sun began to rise and the party started to wind down, one final guest took him aside. She was a beautiful woman, her eyes dark with lust and her body taut with anticipation. Without a word, she lowered herself onto his cock, riding him slowly at first before picking up speed. And then, as Robert's hips bucked wildly beneath her, she reached around and cupped his balls, massaging them gently until he exploded in her hand.

Robert had never felt such pleasure before - or such shame. As the crowd cheered and congratulated the guest who had finally broken him, he knew that he had truly become the toilet slave he had always dreamed of being. His new life was everything he could have hoped for and more - and he wouldn't have it any other way.

In the end, Robert became a legend among the mistresses' circle of admirers. His story was shared among them like a fire, igniting their darkest desires and fueling their twisted fantasies. And as for Robert, he found himself content in his role as the lowest of the low - a toilet slave, at the mercy of his cruel yet irresistible mistresses.