Breaking Him In – A Human Toilet Training Tale

The moment he crawled into my space, head bowed, lips trembling, I knew he was ready—or at least, he thought he was. Men always believe they are prepared for the reality of servitude until they are forced to swallow it.

I circled him slowly, my stiletto boots clicking against the cold floor, the weight of my presence pressing down on him more than any chain ever could. “You understand what you’re asking for, don’t you?” My voice was low, taunting, daring him to falter before we even began.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice a pathetic mix of eagerness and fear.

“We’ll see about that.”

I commanded him onto all fours, his bare skin against the unforgiving floor. He shivered, whether from excitement or dread, it didn’t matter. The transformation had begun.

The training was never swift; it was a slow, calculated breaking of the mind, stripping away the last vestiges of dignity he still foolishly clung to. I took my time, conditioning him to accept, to crave, to need the ultimate act of submission.

Day one was about reinforcing his place—beneath me, beneath my feet, beneath my whims. I denied him words, reduced him to a vessel, a thing, an object awaiting its purpose. Water deprivation. Controlled hunger. Psychological torment. The mere suggestion of what was to come had his body betraying him, confusion and arousal warring inside his pathetic mind.

By day three, he no longer hesitated when I spread my legs above him. His mouth, once hesitant, now opened instinctively at the snap of my fingers.

Obedience. Devotion. Filth.

He was mine, and there was no turning back.

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