At the German Fetish Ball in Berlin, I enlisted the formidable Goddess Hellfire to assist in the deep training of my slave. The session began with his profound humiliation. I revealed to the Goddess that scat was once his ultimate taboo—a barrier we have now utterly demolished. Behold the transformation: this toilet bitch eagerly awaits the stream and filth from two dominant mistresses. To cement his lowly status, his cock was locked away in a chastity cage, a helpless target for my riding crop, which I slammed against the metal. Goddess Hellfire took delight in tormenting his imprisoned flesh, ensuring he earned no pleasure, only the purpose of being our filthy receptacle.
I commanded him to the cold floor, forcing a latex gag into his mouth to hold it perpetually agape, perfecting his form as a mere hole. An electro-shock device was clamped to his balls, a sharp reminder from the Goddess for any lapse in his swallowing duties. We treated him as the object he is—a toilet, nothing more.
Lifting my latex dress, I finally squatted over his face, releasing the torrent of piss I had been holding back. I aimed carefully, flooding my slave's throat through the gag with a massive, golden stream. Once drained, I removed the gag and forced him to lick the floor clean of any drops.
Goddess Hellfire then took her turn, positioning her gorgeous ass over his face. Her piss, with its strong and exquisite taste, was next to be consumed, with the electro-shock ensuring his obedience for another woman. Then, the true feeding began. She seated herself fully, pushing her shit into his waiting mouth. Knowing this was his greatest challenge, I monitored closely, ensuring he swallowed every last morsel of her offering.
Finally, it was my turn. I positioned myself above him, pushing out a substantial load of my own shit directly into his mouth. As Goddess Hellfire administered electric torment to his balls, I coached him, urging him to swallow it all. We would not be satisfied until our toilet hole was completely empty once more.
