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Filthy Little Toilet
I’ve been out all evening enjoying a lavish dinner while my filthy little toilet has been waiting patiently for my return right where it belongs. It needs to be ready to consume my waste whenever I feel the need. That’s exactly what a toilet does, right? There’s no reason a human toilet should be any different. After it licks the filth from my soles and eagerly eats my spit it’s time to sit down and enjoy the toilet bowl of a mouth I own! I know it must very hungry. Lucky for it I’ve been eating very well lately. I know how much it craves a nice hot meal. Once I fill it’s bowl I allow it to stroke “my” cock and cum before its allowed to flush! It will eat up all of that too, of course.
Trained To Flush
I love it when sluts profess to have limits when they really crave what they say they don’t want. It’s so much better when they realize I set their limits for them. They just need to simply submit. This whore, for example, was always adamant it would never do full service. Eventually I get the truth out of them… that little thing between their legs always tells me the truth. Turning a human into my waste receptacle takes time, however. Training can be a lengthy process, but I do enjoy it fully. This was it’s first time in my box so I instructed it how and when to flush, that its head hole is merely a bowl for my waste, and that it’s no longer allowed to speak. Toilets don’t speak, they just collect and flush! I even allowed it to sniff what it now so desperately craves. A good start, but there’s so much more to do!
I love getting dressed up and going out — tight glamor dresses, sheer hose, designer high heels. This lucky little bitch in my cage gets to get a glimpse of my gorgeousness before I head out for the evening. With a little extra time on my hands, I decided to remove it and use it as a footrest while I fixed my lip gloss. It can’t even do that right! When its leash falls to the floor it’s time for a good sound cropping before it gets stuffed back in its steel home for the night. Returning home some hours later, it’s good to find it right were I left it so it can lick the city street grime from the soles of my platform heels.
My Human Lamp
I believe the world would be a much better place if men kept their selfish whining mouths shut and simply served women as useful objects. So when I needed a little extra light to finish painting my nails having my human lamp kneeling close by was so handy. It just serves a purpose to make my life better… no complaints, no failure, and no “me, me, me, Mistress!” Now if I can only furnish my whole house with man furniture.
I maintain a very healthy lifestyle and insist that my slaves do the same. This slave can’t help but to eat a well balance diet when I strap my funnel gag to its face and feed it directly from my mouth. Without my supervision I’m sure this slut would be sacked out like a spud on its sofa with a big bag of deep fried fat in one hand and a can of beer in the other. It should really be thankful that I take the time to care about what it eats. At least it’ll be around longer to serve me and consume my garbage, which is really what’s most important.