The Personal Toilet - Human Toilet II
As the door to the bathroom swung open, a young man walked hesitantly inside. His eyes widened in fear as he took in the scene before him. Standing in front of him was his master, a wealthy and powerful man who owned the teenager's life. The man was clad in expensive business attire, his face stern and unyielding.
"Get down on your knees," he commanded, his voice cold and commanding. The teenager immediately complied, lowering himself to the floor and assuming the position of a submissive toilet slave.
"You know what I want," the man said, his voice hard. He lifted up his pant leg, revealing the source of the young man's discomfort. The man's ass was puckered and ready to release, and the teenager knew what he had to do.
"I'm here for your filth, master," he said, his voice shaking with fear and anticipation. The man's face twisted into a sneer of disgust, but he didn't respond. Instead, he lowered himself down onto the teenager's face, positioning himself directly over his mouth.
With a loud, gusting fart, the man unleashed the first of many farts onto his personal toilet slave's face. The smell was overwhelming and nauseating, causing the teenager to gag and struggle for air. But he couldn't move, couldn't resist, for he was bound by the chains of servitude and the cruel whims of his master.
As the man continued to fart onto his face, the teenager felt himself being covered in a thick layer of ass fumes. His eyes watered uncontrollably, and his nose burned with the intensity of the stench. Yet still, he remained dutiful, enduring the humiliation and degradation that was his lot in life.
Finally, the man pulled away, standing up and straightening his clothing. He turned to leave the room, his footsteps echoing ominously in the silence that followed him. The teenager remained on the floor, still kneeling, his face covered in the residue of his master's farts.
The door closed behind the man, leaving the young man alone with his thoughts and his filth-covered face. He knew there would be no escape from this life of servitude and humiliation. He was a toilet slave, bound to his master by chains of submission and the cruel whims of fate.
