Transforming a slave into a toilet is no easy task, but there is no reason we cannot relish in our work. Picture the delight when an unsuspecting slave is met with an exceptionally foul shit, its mouth open wide to receive my solid load, only to be met with a mess spreading across its face. However, do not pity the slave – its feelings are of no concern. Instead, revel in the pleasure its suffering brings me, as evidenced by my spontaneous laughter.
The slave, ever the self-centered pervert, refuses to appreciate the fun I am having. It moans, whines, and whimpers, foolishly attempting to obtain mercy. It even squirms and twists to protect its balls from my whip. As it writhers and twists, its head gets covered in shit, forcing me to place my foot on its throat – fortunately, I am wearing my heavy boots!
For those joining in at home, this has an added benefit. In my quest to deliver powerful strikes to the slave’s balls with my whip, I move around, showcasing my athletic, muscular-yet-feminine curves. The pinnacle of human perfection and the nadir of human degradation. Imagine yourself there, slave – my toilet.