My slavewoman transformed into a man’s full toilet for the first time. I’m filled with pride for her. Indeed, being a toilet for a man and a woman are two different experiences. She consumed waste and drank urine. I could see excitement, fear, and desire in her eyes simultaneously. She willingly and passionately accepted his waste, realizing and understanding what it truly means to be a toilet and urinal, an obedient toy. This new experience opened up a whole new world for her, leading her to a deeper level of submission.