Filmed Training: Meat Toilet Edition (1)
Jihye and I finished preparing for the shoot and took our places. She stood in the center of the training room — the one who would be on camera — while I set a chair some distance away and settled in comfortably to watch her.
Unlike me, who was fully dressed, she stood completely naked, trembling where she stood. The only things covering her body were the ropes wound around her and the collar around her neck — and even those, far from concealing her pussy and breasts, only served to throw them into sharper relief.
I was the one who tied her, but I have to admit — I did a better job than I expected...
I'd picked up turtle-shell bondage last week, thinking it might come in handy someday. I just hadn't expected to put it to use this soon. Even though it was my first attempt, the result had come out quite satisfying, and I was pleased.
I adjusted the phone stand so that Jihye's entire body would be fully captured on camera, then nodded to signal the start of filming.
"Start, Jihye."
"Ah, yes... Master. Should I start nooow...?"
"Yeah. Hurry up and start."
"Ah, yes..."
The first scene of this meat toilet training video would be Jihye's self-introduction — the subject of the training herself. One might wonder why bother with a self-introduction when this wasn't going to be shown to anyone else, but what she was about to do was far more than a simple introduction.
This was an act of declaring her name and the fact that she was about to undergo training, acknowledging that she had fallen from being a human being to a mere tool for processing sexual desire. Beyond that, it was a pledge of absolute obedience to me, her trainer, and a declaration that she would accept the training. In other words, it was no different from proudly announcing that from this moment on, she was abandoning her humanity to become a meat toilet.
"Hnn... What do I dooo..."
"Hurry up. The camera's rolling."
"Ah, yes, Masteeer...!"
"You'd better do it right now. If you keep hesitating, I'll punish you again."
"Hiek...! Yes, sir!"
Even in a private space with just the two of us, this would have been hard to do with a clear head — let alone in front of a camera. No matter how thoroughly trained and obedient Jihye had become, this was clearly something she found deeply difficult. Of course, it wasn't that I didn't understand how she felt. But a trainer had to know how to ignore such trivial things and press on with the training.
The moment I mentioned punishment and pressed her, Jihye slowly lowered her body and bowed to me with utmost deference.
"Ah, hello. My name is Shin Jihye..."
"Is that all you're going to say? Just your name?"
"As of today, I am Master's exclusive meat toilet, here to receive cock-service training once again...♡"
"Mm. Good."
Watching Jihye introduce herself, I nodded in satisfaction. I'd asked her to introduce herself in a manner befitting a meat toilet, and the pose she'd chosen was a naked dogeza. Strictly speaking, it wasn't a dogeza but a full formal bow, so "prostrating herself naked" would have been more accurate. Still, "naked dogeza" landed with a more immediate, vulgar punch, so I decided to go with that.
"Want to explain why you're receiving this training today?"
"Yes, Master...♡ Today I demanded Master's cock in a posture unbecoming of a bitch..."
"And?"
"And I failed to receive your cock in the proper posture of a meat toilet, so I am to be trained...♡"
"You're 'to be trained'? Did I say I was going to train you?"
"Ah...! I-I'm sorry, Masteeer... So that I may properly serve your cock in the correct meat toilet posture going forward... I would be grateful if you would teach me a harsh lesson...♡"
Having finished speaking, she kept her head pressed flat against the floor, waiting for my response.
The truth was, I had already told her I would put her through meat toilet training. But I'd steered things this way on purpose, to firmly establish who held the reins. More than anything, training was far more effective when she asked for it herself rather than having it forced upon her.
I pretended to consider Jihye's request for a moment, making sure the camera captured her thoroughly, then stopped the recording, stood up, and walked over to her.
"Good. Looks like you're about ready to receive your training."
"Thank you, Master. Thank you...!"
"Ah-ah. Don't get up yet. When did I say you could stand?"
"Hik...! I-I'm so sorryyy...!"
I lightly stepped down on Jihye's head as she tried to rise. Not hard enough to hurt, but with enough pressure that she would unmistakably feel my foot on her. This was how I intended to drive home, once again, exactly where a meat toilet stood — a position so low and so base, unlike any of her other roles, that she could be crushed beneath my feet at any moment.
"Stay just like that and listen carefully. I'm going to tell you the three principles a meat toilet must uphold."
"Nnh... Yes, Master..."
"First. Absolute obedience to your Master's commands."
"I-I obey absolutely..."
"Second. Do not act of your own judgment. Do not act first."
"I-I will not act first..."
"And third. Never refuse your Master's touch."
"I-I will never refuse..."
She quietly murmured each line back, as if determined not to miss a single word. I gave her a moment to let what I'd said sink in. Then, after a beat, I pressed down harder on her head and spoke.
"You heard me, right? Say it again."
"F-First... Absolute obedience to Master's comman— Kyaah!"
I pulled out the whip I'd brought and gave it a light crack across Jihye as she lay prostrate. I had no intention of damaging her body, so I'd chosen a whip that would leave as few marks or wounds as possible. Even so, I put enough force behind it that she would feel the sharp sting vividly.
"What kind of voice is that? Shouldn't you be speaking louder?"
"I-I'm sorryyy... Kyaah♡ I was wrooong...!"
"Let's do this properly. Our Jihye doesn't like getting whipped, does she?"
"Yes, Masteeer... F-First...! Absolute obedience to Master's commands."
"Good. And the second?"
"Second... Do not act of my own judgment, do not act firs— Kyaahn♡"
"Your voice got small again."
With every word she spoke, I cracked the whip and ground my foot down on her head. Unlike the other forms of training, I was using physical violence more frequently this time — to burn into her the understanding that being a meat toilet was by no means a desirable role.
Unlike a bitch, whose main job was to play the cute pet and show off her tricks, or a sex slave, who submitted absolutely and was treated as my property — a meat toilet was nothing more than a tool that existed to receive my desires. I'd originally intended to use this role as a form of punishment, but during the last sex slave training session things had gotten a little twisted, and the training had veered off in a strange direction. Right now she was probably thinking of the meat toilet as just an extension of the sex slave. To completely correct that misconception, I intended to set a clear course this time and follow it through.
"Th-Thiiird... Never refuse Master's touc— Kyaahnnh...!"
"There you go again. Why does your voice keep getting quieter?"
"Nnh... M-Masteeer..."
"What's wrong? Don't like getting whipped while Master's foot is on your head?"
"I-I was wrooong... Please forgive meee..."
"Hah, Jihye. This isn't because you did something wrong. This is just how it is."
I withdrew the whip and pressed down even harder on her head. Unlike when I trained her as a bitch or a sex slave, I had no intention of showing her any affection while training her as a meat toilet. That was the only way she would truly understand what this role meant.
"The moment you became a meat toilet, you stopped being human. From that point on, you're nothing more than a living tool for processing sexual desire."
"Haauh..."
"It's not systematic, planned training. A meat toilet is something I hit whenever I feel like it and fuck whenever I want to fuck. That's all."
"Th-That can't beee..."
"I should have taught you properly from the start that this is what it is. Well, it can't be helped."
I let out a sigh, then lifted my foot from her head and continued.
"Alright. I'll give you one last chance to choose. If you give up on meat toilet training even now, I'll give you a fitting punishment and then let you receive a reward as a bitch."
"M-Masteeer..."
"Of course, the fitting punishment won't be easy either. This time I'm planning to use water and punish you properly."
"Hik...!"
"But if you say you want to continue with the meat toilet training..."
I crouched down and made her lift her face. When Jihye looked up at me with teary eyes, I smiled coldly and went on.
"I promise that as long as the camera is on, I'll train you systematically and according to plan."
"Ah..."
"What's it going to be? I'll leave the choice to you."
"M-Master..."
"Of course, you'd better choose carefully. After this, you won't have any more choices."
"Nnh..."
"I'll wait for your answer."
I stood up, took a step back from Jihye, and looked down at her. I wondered what she would choose. If she gave up on the training, I would accept it cleanly — punish her, then reward her. But if she chose to continue... then, as promised, I would give her both the systematic, planned filming and the savage training that depended entirely on my desires.
"Go on. You'd better choose well."
"Nnh... Master, I..."
Jihye averted her eyes as if considering it for a moment, then nodded and lowered her head to the floor once more.
"I-I already decided to serve Master's cock as a meat toilet, sooo... I will receive training as Master's meat toilet until the very end."