Unanimous consent and pleading to become my toilet bowls, the search for individual approaches continues. The process of training my toilet slave husband resumes. I am aware of the right buttons to push, leading my husband-toilet-bowl to beg me to defecate in his mouth. In collaboration with the slave woman, we subjected him to an unending session, devoid of a safe word. He was left with no choice but to request me to be his toilet. Through my methods, he will be made to eat my excrement.