Training the Human Toilet
Kaylee gazed down at the pathetic slave, its head encased in a latex hood and chastity cage locked around its cock. The slave trembled before her, eager to please but terrified of her wrath. She recalled its previous failure cleaning her asshole and knew she had to be firm this time. "Bitch," she scoffed, "you did a terrible job of cleaning my asshole yesterday. You'd better do a good job this time because there's something extra waiting for you."
Her voice echoed through the room, leaving no room for disobedience. The slave nodded its head, promising to obey. Kaylee unzipped her black PVC booty shorts, revealing her sweaty, stinky asshole. She bend over, spreading her asscheeks wide, daring the slave to object. But the slave knew better than to disobey its mistress.
Kaylee pulled on the slave's leash, pulling its face closer to her ass. "Lick my fucking sweaty, stinky asshole, slave," she commanded. "Get your fucking tongue in there."
The slave trembled as it tentatively licked her hole. It explored the intimate crevice, savoring the scent of her dominance. But its efforts were suddenly interrupted when Kaylee ripped a loud, pungent fart into its face. The slave sputtered and coughed, its eyes watering behind the latex hood.
"I'm training you to be a toilet, so you'd better smell every bit of those," Kaylee scolded. "I want to hear deep inhales."
She reached back and pulled the slave's face in deeper, ensuring it couldn't escape the mesmerizing scent. She commanded the slave to start licking again, and just as it began, she blasted another fart into its face. "Ooooh, that one came with some gravy, slave," she taunted. "Suck it all up!"
Kaylee farted again, making the slave lick and clean every bit of her asshole. Then, she ordered it to lay its head back on the chair. She opened her asshole wider and sat on its face, her asshole now the slave's new home. She farted again, the sound muffled by the slave's face, and started bouncing up and down on its tongue, face-fucking it harder and harder.
Finally, tired from her efforts, she sat on its face with her full weight, using its legs as a footrest and the entire slave as a piece of ass-cleaning furniture. She farted into its face again and again, making it lick up the gravy that accompanied each explosive release. Finally satisfied with its performance, she left the slave to stew in her ass juices, a reminder of its place and purpose.
The room was filled with the scent of her dominance, and the slave was left to marinate in its submission, awaiting the next lesson in its training to become her human toilet.
