I took to Master Christopher's training like I was born for it. I Learned how he liked to be served sexually. He taught my positioning, protocol (for when we were home, as well as out), how to serve domestically, to be humble, to be in the moment and to be open to his needs. He was teaching me to be a slave, not a jerk-off fantasy of a slave, his slave.
About a month and a half into our initial "three month commitment period," Master Christopher (Sir) had me kneel in front of him on the toilet with his cock in my mouth. He explained that he'd intentionally held off on training me as his toilet in order to give me a base before he began.
As he explained that I would be on my knees, as I was now, each time he needed to use the toilet, he began to shit. His cock started to harden. It filled my mouth and started to slide down my throat.
I started to lose focus, the sensation of his cock down my throat, the smell of his shit, it was over powering and I was lost in the moment. I was yanked back to reality when I started choking, Sir was pissing straight down my throat.
"Relax - relax your throat"
Sir firmly held the back of my head, keeping me in place, until he finished.
"No one's pissed directly down your throat before, have they boy?"
I shook my head no.
"I love to piss down a toilet's throat, Don't get me wrong, watching a toilet gulps down mouthfuls of piss is hot, but seeing the helplessness in his eyes and I slide deep and begin to unload...
Sir went on to explain that I'd be on my knees in front of him, like now, every time he used the toilet, until I was his toilet. Sometimes he'd have me lick him clean, sometimes not.
He got up from the toilet and asked what I saw in the bowl before me.
"Your shit, Sir."
"We have a little over a month and a half before our commitment period comes to an end."
He paused for a moment.
"What do you see in the bowl before you?"
"Your shit, Sir."
"Before our commitment period ends you will have learned to eat my shit. You won't really be a toilet yet, but you will be eating shit. My shit."
Again he paused.
"I want you to stay on your knees, hands behind your back, and look at my shit until I call for you. Stare at it. Think about it. Think about what it means to submit to me in this way.
He paused again.
"Think about this as you stare at my shit. The first time you swallow a mouthful of my shit, I am going to lean forward place my hand on your throat and feel it go down. I am going to feel you gag, feel you retch, feel you struggle, but I will feel you swallow.
With that Sir left me to stare at the shit floating in the bowl in front of me.