Queen Kenna has already broken Her sl*ve in at Her feet. It l*cked them clean and served as Her trash can. Today She begins its toilet training. By the end it will understand what it's for: an object a superior female sits on and wipes Herself with, with no more say in the matter than a toilet seat.

It kneels blindfolded, wrists cuffed behind its back, collared and leashed, its head pinned back against a chair. It can't see, can't use its hands, and can't pull away. Queen Kenna stands over it and peels off Her white booty shorts, then Her boy shorts. Her skin is so smooth and even it looks painted on, and it's w*sted on a sl*ve that will never be allowed to see it. All it gets is Her *ss.

"Sn*ff my *ss, b*tch. I just got back from lunch and I'm a l*ttle gassy."

She makes it kiss each cheek, then Her *sshole. It's too timid, so She wraps the leash around Her fist and yanks its face into Her cr*ck. "Tongue punch my *sshole. Point that tongue. I've locked up your useless c*ck, so this is all you're good for."

Queen Kenna reaches back with both hands and spreads Her cheeks wide open, presenting Her *sshole right at its mouth. She pushes back, and its pointed tongue pierces Her tight *nal ring and sinks deep into Her rectum. Its nose is buried in Her cr*ck, and when She lets go, Her cheeks clamp shut over its face. Then She drops Her full weight onto it, driving its tongue fully extended up Her *sshole, as deep as it can reach.

"Keep that tongue moving. Good. In and out."

Then She starts riding it. Queen Kenna bounces up and down on its face, and every time She slams down, its tongue spears through Her ring and up into Her rectum. Between strokes She reaches back and pulls Herself open even wider, hauling its head up into Her with the leash, trying to push that tongue deeper on every p*ss. The chair holds its head in place so it has nowhere to go and has to take every impact. She doesn't ease up when it struggles for air. She pounds harder.

Mid-bounce, She farts right in its face and sits down to trap it, sealing its nose in Her cr*ck so it has to breathe every bit of it. "Oops. Can you tell what I had for lunch? Go on, guess." She holds it there and makes it sn*ff until it answers, mocking every wrong guess. When She finally lifts, it's gasping, and She spreads Herself open and orders the tongue straight back in to l*ck Her clean. Then She does it again. It gags on the smell, but its tongue goes right back up into Her rectum, because that's its job now. That's toilet training.

Queen Kenna settles in for good. She plants Her full weight on its face with its tongue fully extended up Her *sshole and rests Her feet on its legs like a footstool, making Herself comfortable on Her new furniture. She takes Her time while it lies there, sm*thered and blind, tongue buried deep inside Her, existing only to hold Her up and keep Her clean.

For the finale She drags it down flat on the floor, spreads Her cheeks wide, and grinds Her open *sshole back and forth across its face, holding its head in place with the leash in one hand and its skull in the other. She sm*thers it until it bucks, lets it gulp one breath, and pushes its tongue back through Her ring. By the end there's nothing left of a man. It's Queen Kenna's seat, Queen Kenna's toilet paper, and the first stage of Queen Kenna's toilet.

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