Toilet Slaves

Flipping through the book on slave training, it takes you a few moments to find the chapter you’re looking for. You scan the text until you find the subsection you were looking for. It talks about pushing your slave’s limits, much in the same way you would push your limits when exercising. By working with them and using positive reinforcement you can get them to overcome their weaknesses or struggles with a certain sex act, with in reason. It does mention that there are some obvious limitations, such as fitting an adult minotaur’s cock into a teenage mare’s cunt. The book goes on to talk about a general time scale for pushing your slave’s limits and a couple of lines stand out to you. ‘Pushing your slave’s limits day in and day out can drive them to resist you, so it’s best to wait a day or two between each session where you push your slave's limits, as this will give them time to adjust.’

You close the book and shelve it as you think about this while you make yourself a late lunch. You collect your thoughts as you cook and realize that as much as you want to have Gael use your slaves every time he comes over, you’ll probably need to give your slaves time to adjust to the stench. You’ll also need to test the ventilation system you had installed, as you have no idea if it will help. Though you won’t really know until you have him use them. For now, you close your book and put it back on the shelf, as you do your stomach rumbles. Heeding the call of your stomach you go and make yourself some lunch, as well as a pot of Saddle Arabian Assam. You spend the next hour and a half munching on your lunch and sipping your tea. It’s a nice calm point in the day where you can just relax and not worry about anything.

After draining the last of the tea in your cup, you grab your plate and teapot, and bring them to the kitchen. It takes a couple minutes to clean and dry the dishes, but when you’re done you make your way down into your dungeon. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you make your way over to your cyan slave and stand above her. This time you make no attempt to aim for her mouth as you start pissing on her. She shuts her eyes as your piss rains down onto her face, as some splashes into her mouth. Most of your urine soaks her cyan fur and rainbow mane as the ache in your bladder subsides. You sigh as your stream comes to a stop and you step away from her before heading back up stairs. You grab yourself a glass of water and take a seat on the couch. So far the only downside you see to training toilet slaves is that you have to wait to use them and you don’t have much else to do besides reading.

Downing your glass of water, you set the glass on the coffee table and go get yourself a pitcher of ice water from the kitchen. On your way back you grab your book on slave training on the way back, and flip it open. You spend the next hour drinking water and reading, flipping back and forth to reference different sections until an idea comes to you. While your main goal is to train your slaves to be toilet slaves, it would be nice to have them able to perform a variety of sex acts in case you decide to let them do something other than eat shit and drink piss. Thinking of using them, you bookmark your place in the slave training manual and head down into your dungeon. You make your way over to your yellow slave and squat down over her chest as she opens her mouth for you. Aiming your cock, you unleash a torrent of pale piss into her mouth as she looks up into your eyes. The look of pure submission she’s showing is very arousing, making it hard to keep your stream steady. You certainly can’t stop now or you’ll be too hard to get started again. As her mouth fills up, you aim your stream upwards and start soaking her mane as she swallows the piss in her mouth.

You finish emptying your bladder onto her mane, it’s soaked decently by the time your stream comes to a stop. As soon as the stream stops, your slave leans up and takes the tip of your cock into her mouth. She suckles gently on your cock head, first to clean you and then to pleasure you. She works her cock forwards and back on your cock for a few moments, slicking it with saliva. You gently pull your cock out of her mouth and move so that you’re kneeling by her ass. You lift her rear up, line your slick cock up with her tail hole, and press into her tight anal embrace. A groan slips past your lips as your slave’s ass squeezes you while you push all the way into her depths.

Your slave has a slight grimace on her face as you hilt yourself inside her ass, it’s clearly uncomfortable for her, which just means she needs more practice with taking a dick up the ass. You give her a few moments to adjust before you start thrusting. Gently rocking your hips you start slowly, letting her get used to the feeling of having her ass fucked. Her ass keeps squeezing you as you fuck her, her body subconsciously trying to push your cock out like it’s a turd. The feeling is amazing as you work your hips faster, driving your cock into her again and again, making her moan with each thrust. Her cute moans are music to your ears as you switch to thrusting as hard as you can. With how her ass is squeezing you, you’re not going to last long. It’s only a minute at most before you slam into her as deep as you can and blow your load. Rope after rope of your seed blasts into her depths, drawing a surprisingly loud moan of “Ah! Master!” from her as she cums. Her marehood expels a good amount of effluence onto your crotch and belly, as her body shudders and her clitoris winks. As your orgasm comes to an end and you start to pull out of your slave she gasps. As your dick slips out of her ass, it’s accompanied by a bit of brown stained cum as her anus gapes slightly.

“Good girl” you say as you reach down and stroke her mane. You get up after a couple of moments and make your way over to your other slave where you kneel by her head.

“Clean me.” You command as you shift your hips towards her, you semi-erect cock jiggling in her direction.

Your cyan slave leans over and wraps her lips around your cock. You can tell she doesn’t like the taste of ass, but she doesn’t really have a choice but to clean you. She works her tongue diligently over your shaft as it becomes hard again. By the time she’s done cleaning it, your cock is standing proudly and glistening with saliva. You give her the choice of sucking you off or getting fucked. She chooses to suck you off as she leans in and takes your dick back into her mouth. Your slave bobs her head as you rock your hips, driving your cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until you slip into her throat. She gags a little but relaxes and tries again, this time taking you a bit further in.

You groan as she pulls back and focuses on sucking on the tip of your cock, her tongue lapping and curling around your penis as she works. There’s no way you can last much longer, on instinct you grab the back of her head and push your cock deep into her mouth as you start fucking her face. You drive your cock into her a few more times before you pull back and unload all over her face. As you stroke your cock, it sprays strand after strand of seed onto her cyan fur. A couple of streaks add a touch of white to her rainbow mane, while the rest trail across her cheeks and chin. As your orgasm slows to a stop, you admire the lewd art you made of your slave’s face. With a satisfied smile, you wipe your dick on her chest and then make your way out of your dungeon.

It’s getting late in the afternoon, which means it’s time for you to start thinking about dinner. Looking through your pantry and freezer you decided to make yourself something nice and get to work. It takes you an hour but by the time you’re done, you have a nice cooked piece of salmon, atop a three cheese casserole. You dig in and have yourself a good meal while also still having a few more meals of casserole left for later. With dinner done, you pull a bottle of scotch from your liquor cabinet and pour yourself a drink.

Drink in hand you pick a book from your shelf and settle down to read for a few hours. Time flies and before you know it night has come, your scotch glass is empty and you are tired. Closing the book you were reading, you make your way to bed and sleep takes you quickly.

~ooo~

You wake to the sound of a hoof knocking at your front door. Looking at the clock on your bedside table, you find that it’s just after seven in the morning and that you’ve slept it. Rolling out of bed, you make your way to your front door and open it as you rub sleep out of your eye. Standing at the door is Rarity, holding a box in her magic and smiling up at you.

“Good morning, Non.” Rarity says with a bashful smile. “I’m sorry if I woke you, but I’ve finished the gear for your slaves.”

“It’s fine.” You reply as you step aside. “Come in and make yourself at home.”

“Thank you darling,” Rarity says as she makes her way into your house and over to your living room. She sets the box she has on the table and takes a seat on your couch. You close the door as soon as she’s stepped in and follow her to the living room.

“Tea?” You ask, and upon getting a nod you make your way to the kitchen where you put the kettle on to boil. While you wait for the water to boil you pull out all the dishes you need for a proper tea. It takes a couple of minutes to set up, but that’s all the time you need for the water to heat up appropriately. After pouring the water into the teapot, you carry the tray, laden with cream, sugar, and biscuits, out to the living room.

“Celestia Earl Grey,” you say as you set the tray down next to the box she brought in. “I know you enjoyed that last time, so I made it again this time.”

“Thank you,” Rarity says as she prepares herself a cup of tea. “As I said when you answered the door, I am sorry that I woke you, but I have your order ready.”

“It’s not a problem, Rarity.” You reply, making yourself a cup of tea and taking a seat in a chair. “I’m normally up well before seven, I just happened to sleep in unintentionally this morning. I’m impressed with how quick you got done.”

“It can be hard to stop when inspiration strikes.” She says with a smile before sipping her tea. “I will need to see how they fit, but barring any necessary adjustments, they’re good to go.”

“Certainly, but tea first and perhaps a proper breakfast.” You say after setting your tea cup back down from taking a sip. “From what you’re saying, it sounds like you didn’t sleep last night.”

“That’s correct, but it’s Friday and I can catch up on my sleep tomorrow.” She says before taking another sip of her tea. “Though, a light breakfast sounds lovely.”

“Then I will whip something up for you.” You say as you set your cup and saucer down on the coffee table. Getting up you make your way over to the kitchen, where you pull out the ingredients to make breakfast. It takes you a couple of minutes to whip up a one egg scramble for Rarity and a few more to make yourself something similar, but with three strips of bacon.

“Breakfast is ready.” You say as you step back into the living room carrying two plates. You set Rarity’s breakfast on the coffee table and sit back down in your chair.

“Thank you very much darling.” Rarity replies and uses her fork to scoop up some of the scramble. She takes a bite and smiles warmly. “This is delicious.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You reply with a smile.

Breakfast passes quietly between the two of you. Rarity devours her scramble, along with a couple of biscuits and downs a couple of cups of tea. There is some idle conversation between the two of you, ranging from weather to the latest scandal amongst the nobles, but nothing of real substance is said. Soon enough, Rarity is looking and sounding more energetic, so you suggest that it’s time to fit your slaves with their new gear.

“Certainly darling.” Rarity says as she opens the box that she brought with her. Inside are two sets of hoofcuffs, two sets of wing locks, two spreader bars, two collars, two nylon cords and two spider gags. The spreader bars look like they attach to the hoofcuffs, while the hoof cuffs themselves don’t seem to have any chains between them.

“Rarity, how do those hoofcuffs work?” You ask as you look them over. “They don’t seem to have any chains to connect them.”

“Ah, yes the hoofcuffs.” Rarity says with a smile. “They are my signature product. They use magical chains that connect them when they are put on.”

“I see.” You reply as you think on the items you see before you. “So the spreader bar can hook into them and replace the magical chains that would normally hold them together? And the wing locks work in the same manner?”

“Precisely.” Rarity nods and pulls out a strange looking bracelet. “The magical chain between the cuffs can be adjusted by this. It’s a control bracelet that will let you do the adjusting. I can show you how it works now but, it’s best if I show you how these work by putting them on your slaves”

“Sure, let’s go get them decked out.” You reply as you set your plate down and stand up.

Rarity follows you down into your dungeon and quickly starts equipping your yellow slave with the hoofcuffs, collar and nylon cord. The collar goes on first followed by nylon cord which is used to hold your slave’s tail out of the way so you can fuck them easier when they’re on all fours. Next come the hoofcuffs and wing locks, which replaces the rope you had been using to secure them. As soon as Rarity puts the first two on your slave’s forehooves, they link up with chains made of magical energy. The wing locks are next, and much like the hoofcuffs, they become connected with magical chains, albeit the chains connect both over and under them. When she replaces the rope on your slave’s hind legs with the hoofcuffs, chains of magic link all four of the cuffs together, at the same time the collar glows and so does the control bracelet, which Rarity floats over to you.

“Here you go.” She says as she opens the bracelet and then secures it around your wrist. “The bracelet is enchanted to read your thoughts for specific, preprogrammed commands. It will only react to those commands and nothing else.”

“Okay,” you say with a nod. “How do I keep my slaves secure? Since they will no longer be connected to the wall by rope.”

“There are a couple ways. First, there is this,” Rarity says as she pulls a black disk out of the box. “Place this upstairs and it will prevent them from leaving your dungeon unless you let them. Second, as long as you wear that bracelet and they are with you outside of your home, your slaves won’t be able to go more than one hundred feet. That range can also be adjusted with commands.”

“Okay, but what about if I need to chain them up at say, the nobles party?” You ask as you look over the command sheet that Rarity passes you.

“That’s where these come in.” Rarity holds up a padlock looking object. “These nodes will allow you to tether your slaves to any anchor you place the node on. Like for example, the wall anchors you have here in your dungeon.”

“Perfect.” You smile and take the offered node. You look over the command list and find the one to open the node’s clasp. The loop on the padlock shaped node pops up and swings out of the way so you can secure it around something. “This will work perfectly, thank you Rarity.”

“Absolutely, Non.” She replies with a grin. “Now for your second slave.”

The process is the same for your cyan slave, although she has to hold her down as the cuffs are put on. After a few minutes, your other slave is bound by chains of magical energy that connect her cuffs together. It’s a satisfying sight to behold, even more so when Rarity inserts the spider gags into their mouths, meaning you can use them much easier.

“Now that they are properly secured, would you like to use one of them?” You ask as you step over to your yellow slave.

“Absolutely, I haven’t used the bathroom today and I really need to go.” Rarity replies as she starts walking around your cyan slave.

“Then help yourself.”

Rarity walks around your slave until she’s standing by their head. Her horn glows and a magical hood appears from the collar, holding your cyan slave’s head in place. Squatting, Rarity lines her marehood up and unleashes a torrent of piss into your slave’s mouth. Her stream is a rich yellow and you can smell the coffee that she must have been drinking most of the night. Her toilet stands no chance of keeping up with the stream, and their mouth quickly overflows, spilling out onto the floor. Rarity doesn’t seem to mind, as she’s caught up in the bliss of relieving herself.

Turning your focus to your yellow slave, you kneel above her head and aim your cock at her open mouth. With a sigh, you begin to piss in her mouth; your stream is also a rich yellow, and has a strong smell to it. Unlike Rarity, you weren’t bursting at the seams, so you can take your time and let your slave swallow every drop of your piss. You paus as your slave’s mouth fills up, letting her swallow the golden pool that’s formed between her jaws. You smile as she looks up at you, while swallowing your liquid waste. As soon as her mouth is empty you begin filling it again. Your yellow piss pools in the depths of her mouth and slowly rises until you have to stop again so she can swallow. As soon as she’s finished you continue peeing in her mouth, though you don’t have much left in your bladder so your stream runs out before she has a full mouth again. Still, she swallows every drop that you give her.

Looking back to Rarity, you see that she’s shifted a bit forwards and is currently pushing a ball of shit out of her ass. The mushy shit drops from her tailhole and lands in your slaves mouth. Your cyan slave works her tongue to break apart the shit, and swallow it as Rarity looks down at her expectantly. It’s pleasing to see your cyan slave eating the fashionista's shit and cues you to make use of your other slave to relieve that need as well. Turning around you line yourself up and begin pushing a good sized turd out of your ass. The accompanying smell is pungent, but bearable as your shit falls into your slave’s open mouth. You pause and let her mush up the waste with her tongue before swallowing it down. It takes her a little bit but soon she’s ready for more. You push another log from your ass, this one is a bit larger but softer. It lands mostly in her mouth, but some catches on her nose as it falls. She gets to work on this one and quickly devours it, even licking her nose to clean it as best she can. You push out one last bit of shit, this little nugget is smaller than either of the others and your slave quickly swallows it.

As you stay squatted there, your slave’s tongue reaches up and starts probing your anus. She swipes her way around it, licking your taint clean of any traces of shit. You give her a smile and reach down to pet her mane while telling her that she’s a good girl. Looking back towards your other slave, you find that Rarity is using her mane to wipe her ass, having finished relieving herself. The hood of magic that was holding your cyan slave’s head in place has vanished, likely since she’s done using her.

“Thank you very much for letting me use her.” Rarity says as she walks over to you, carrying the box and the strange disk shaped object. “If you’re done, I would like to show you how to work this.”

“I’m good.” You reply as you stand up and lead Rarity out of your dungeon.