Unanimous consent and pleas to become my toilet bowls, now I need to discover individual techniques. The training of my toilet slave husband continues. I am aware of the right buttons to press, until my husband, the toilet bowl, begs me to defecate in his mouth. Together with the slave woman, we subjected him to an unending session, devoid of a safe word. He is powerless to resist, as he begs to become my toilet. I have found the way, and he will consume my excrement.