The Meat Toilet Conditioning (1)
Meat toilet.
A living tool whose sole reason for existing was to receive the desires another person emptied into it.
Unlike a slave, who was at least treated as a subject of education and conditioning, a meat toilet was nothing more than an instrument used to relieve lust.
"A m-meat toilet… That's…"
"What, you don't like it? Should we call off today's training, then?"
"N-no, Master. That isn't what I—"
"You volunteered to become a slave yourself, caused this whole mess, and now you want to go right back to playing slave like nothing happened?"
"M-Master…"
"Before you prove you have any value left as a slave, why don't you start by doing a proper job as a meat toilet?"
I had no choice but to quietly nod at Master's words.
I hadn't managed to show anything worthwhile as a slave, and now I'd fallen all the way to meat toilet. My situation felt wretched beyond measure. Even so, there didn't seem to be any way to change Master's mind.
Just as he'd said, a perverted slave like me—who couldn't even follow orders or take a single punishment properly—was better suited to being a meat toilet than a sex slave.
All I could do now was serve Master as a meat toilet and earn his recognition.
"Understood, Master…"
"If you understood me, go wash up. I don't want to use a filthy meat toilet."
"Yes, Master…. I'll wash myself clean and come back."
"…You'd better prepare yourself while you wash. Once you come back into this room, you'll be nothing but a meat toilet."
"I'll keep that in mind, Master."
When I nodded, Master began undoing my restraints without another word.
The collar choking my throat came loose, and as my arms were freed, a strange sense of release washed over me.
He isn't just going to leave me like this… is he?
An inexplicable kindness made anxiety sprout in my chest—until Master removed the nipple clips fastened to my nipples.
"Hold still. You'll get hurt."
"Hiiing…♡"
The way he yanked the clips off so casually, as if handling a slave, brought me a rush of relief.
The fact that Master was treating me like this had to mean he still saw me as a slave.
Of course, the fierce pain of my nipples being pulled hard enough to feel like they were being torn off shot through me—but that was the kind of pain a slave was supposed to endure.
As long as I could remain Master's slave, I could bear any pain like this.
"Kyaah!"
"There. Now go wash up. I've undone all the restraints."
"Yes, Master…. Hnn…♡"
"Wash yourself clean so you don't smell. If you still reek when you come back, I'll wash you myself."
"Hiiik! Y-yes, Master…!"
I nodded in a frantic hurry.
There was no chance Master would kindly bathe something that was neither human nor slave—just a meat toilet. I'd probably be dumped on the floor while cold water was dumped over me, and under the pretense of washing me he'd put me through every kind of water torture imaginable.
Of course, if Master wanted that kind of play, I was confident I could endure it. But since he'd given me the chance to wash myself, I went to the bathroom and scrubbed my body as thoroughly as I could.
"A meat toilet… What on earth is he going to do to me now…?"
Even as Master's slave I'd had to endure every kind of harsh play. Now that I'd fallen to meat toilet, how much worse would it be?
Just imagining the cruel things that would follow made my body tremble on its own.
It should have been fear. And yet, for some reason, my body began to burn with an excitement I couldn't explain.
(Taehyun)
After freeing Jihye and sending her to the bathroom, I started cleaning up the traces she'd left behind.
"Incredible…"
As I slowly wiped away the evidence of our session from the triangular wooden horse and the floor, it really sank in just how far I'd gone.
I'd tied Jihye up like a slave and dragged her around. I'd made her mount the triangular wooden horse and rock back and forth on it. And now I was about to treat her not as a slave, but as a meat toilet.
Things I never would have imagined doing to her before—let alone actually tried.
The only reason I'd been able to put her through such harsh play without a shred of hesitation was the contract.
"Meat toilet was on there too, if I remember right."
Once I'd roughly finished tidying the room and set things up for the next round of training, I looked over the contract while waiting for Jihye to return.
Among the play items listed as permitted, slave play, physical restraint, the triangular wooden horse, and meat toilet were all checked off. Plenty of other kinds of play carried check marks beside them as well, meaning she could handle them.
Looking at it now, an absurdly wide range of play had been checked. I was crazy for writing all of it into the contract in the first place—but Jihye, who'd checked most of it, was just as bad.
"Still… I wonder if she actually knew what all of this meant when she checked them."
I'd given her plenty of time with the contract, so she probably understood what each kind of play was before she marked them. And if she hadn't—well, that was on her.
She and I had made a promise through that contract to do these things. I was simply keeping my word.
That was exactly why you were supposed to read a contract carefully.
"Master, I'm back…"
"Are you? Did you wash properly?"
"Yes, Master…. If you'd like, may I show you so you can check…?"
While I was still deciding how to continue the meat toilet training, Jihye carefully stepped back into the room.
At my casual question about whether she'd washed well, she immediately lowered her head and showed me a perfectly obedient face. I hadn't ordered her to do anything or even given her a look, and she was already answering like a proper slave. I nodded with a smile.
"Good. Go on and present yourself."
"Thank you, Master. Then…"
Jihye carefully pointed to different parts of her body and began explaining how she'd washed.
"First, I thoroughly washed my arms and legs, my hands and feet, so no foreign matter or odor would remain."
"Mm…. And?"
"I washed the marks on my back and legs from Master's whip as carefully as I could, so they wouldn't fade."
"Is that so? Those marks will fade on their own with time anyway. Why go out of your way to keep them?"
"…B-because they're proof that Master treated me as a slave. I didn't dare erase them."
"I see."
I nodded as I looked her over.
Her body was so clean it was hard to believe she'd just endured such harsh punishment—and yet the traces of a slave's discipline still marked her everywhere.
Red welts stood out against her flawless, milky skin. Her neck and wrists bore the pressed-in impressions of restraints. Her nipples, pinched and yanked by the clips, were swollen red—and her pussy still carried the marks of the merciless torment she'd endured from the vibrating dildo and the ridges of the triangular wooden horse.
Countless traces of abuse and torture she'd had to bear simply for becoming a slave. Even if she'd tried to erase them, they wouldn't have come off easily.
Still, the fact that she'd deliberately tried to preserve those marks felt rather good.
"Good. You've prepared yourself well. You'll do as a meat toilet."
"Th-thank you, Master…! Then, may I begin serving you as a meat toilet right away…?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself. Wait. There's still something I need to teach you."
"Yes…? Teach me…?"
When Jihye looked at me in confusion, I let a faint smile show.
It was time to introduce her to the training I'd prepared.
"Have you ever served another man as a meat toilet before?"
"N-no. Absolutely not."
"I thought so. Then this will be your first time, of course."
"…Y-yes, it will."
"Then I'll have to teach a bitch like you what a meat toilet is supposed to do."
"Ah…"
"Follow me."
I led her deeper into the room.
Even in a space that was already dim, heading somewhere more secluded made me feel Jihye trembling as she followed. Afraid of what might be done to her, maybe. I'd lost my temper earlier, and now she was being trained as a meat toilet—something beneath even a slave—so it was only natural.
I smiled quietly without letting her see my face.
This training was going to be nothing like the slave training. In more ways than one.
"Here. Sit."
"M-Master…. What is this…?"
"Hurry up. Don't make me say it twice."
"Y-yes, Master…!"
The place I'd brought Jihye was right in front of a restraint chair—different from the one I'd used when training her as a bitch. This one reclined at an angle and let you bind the arms and legs in place.
Once Jihye carefully settled into the chair tilted at about sixty degrees, I spread her arms wide and strapped them to the armrests. Then I lifted her legs slightly apart at an angle, set them on the leg rests, and bound them tight.
When I finished, the sight was nothing short of spectacular.
Her upper body was fixed with both arms stretched out to either side, like someone crucified, while her legs were forced open in an M-shape, fully exposing the private place hidden between them.
Jihye had no choice now but to display her most shameful parts to me. She looked up at me with an expression tangled between bewilderment and embarrassment.
"M-Master…. What is this supposed to…?"
"Jihye."
"Y-yes, Master…?"
"What do you think is the most important thing for a meat toilet?"
The face that had been flushed red with shame flooded with confusion in an instant. Startled by the sudden question, she couldn't answer for a long while.
"Go on. Speak freely."
"That…. Serving so perfectly that I can receive all of Master's desires."
"So that's what our Jihye thought. Unfortunately, you're wrong."
"W-wrong…? Then what on earth…?"
"The most important thing for a meat toilet is…"
I ran my hands gently over her body as I continued, slow and deliberate.
"…a vulgar body that makes the person using it cum on pure instinct."
"Neh…?"
"Our Jihye is wonderful in every way—except that you're a little short on vulgarity."
"S-short on vulgarity…"
"In short, a meat toilet has to make a man empty his cum as naturally and without hesitation as taking a piss."
I took the lube from the shelf and started spreading it over my hands. Jihye watched me with eyes full of both confusion and horror, but I ignored her lightly and began coating her body with it.
The cold gel touched her heated skin, and she jerked on pure reflex. Focusing on the erogenous zones I'd mapped out before, I worked the lube over her carefully and thoroughly.
Once the coating was complete, I gently caressed her breasts and pussy as I whispered,
"I'll turn you into a vulgar body that calls for cock—so our Jihye can become an excellent meat toilet."