Communicating desires to a slave can be challenging. This time, I enlisted the help of her husband, a strap-on, and a whip. The slave woman found it difficult to resist such persuasive methods, ultimately succumbing to becoming my living toilet. Her tears and pleas only added to the excitement, her reddened ass begging for more punishment. I inspected her most valuable assets – her mouth and ass, the essential tools of a slave woman. I assured her, “Nothing, I will stretch your ass. But your mouth will be put to use immediately. I will make you eat shit. You must understand that from now on, you are my living toilet. I will train you, with hard sex, a butt plug, just the beginning. You are a thing, a slave, and a living toilet. Open your mouth wide, I will defecate in it.” She gagged, but she managed to swallow. “What a wonderful living toilet I have,” I thought. She vomited, but I insisted, “Let’s get your vomit back in your mouth. You will eat my shit, your vomit, you will be my toilet.”