I have been detained at the mistress training school, posted in the bathroom as a human toilet. My mistresses do not even grant me a second glance, I am merely a receptacle for their excrement. I am a self-flushing toilet, obligated to consume all deposits. I waited with bated breath for this exquisite woman to finally give in, to finally bestow upon me what I crave. She appeared uncertain at first, glancing to the side, but soon enough her floral anus blossomed before my eyes and released a delightful gust of air that tasted heavenly. Her golden, liquid stool began to flow warmly down my throat, causing me to gag, but in the most pleasurable way. I dare not allow my own gag reflex to reject, or I will be punished. She pushed harder, and even more of it came pouring forth for me. The aroma was potent and faintly reminiscent of peanuts. Smooth and warm, and I did my utmost to consume every last morsel.