Mistress Gaia watched impassively as her slave squirmed under her gaze, his eyes imploring her to release him from his current state of servitude. He had been ordered to act as her doormat, to be at her beck and call while she attended to her busy workday, but as the morning wore on, she found herself growing increasingly frustrated with his ineptitude. His only purpose seemed to be to grovel at her feet and beg for her attention – something that she had already grown tired of.
With a sigh of exasperation, Mistress Gaia finally decided it was time for a change. Grabbing a nearby cup, she filled it with water from her personal supply, enjoying the sensation of coolness as it dripped from the spigot onto her manicured nails. Returning to her desk, she sat back down, her eyes fixed on the pathetic creature that was her slave. "Stand up," she commanded, her voice booming through the silent office.
The slave stood shakily, his knees weak with relief that perhaps his torment was over. Little did he know that it was just beginning. "Open your mouth," Mistress Gaia ordered, and the slaves jaw dropped in obedience. She grinned, taking a moment to savor the sight of him prostrate before her.
Leaning over the desk, Mistress Gaia took aim, releasing the hot stream of urine directly into the slaves gaping mouth. The sound of splashing was loud in the room, and the slaves eyes widened as he fought to swallow every drop. But it was too late; he had been born to serve her, this was just another task on his long list of duties.
As she finished, Mistress Gaia stood up, admiring her handiwork. A small puddle of urine had formed on the floor at his feet, but she paid it no mind. Instead, she fixated on the mess she had just made of her bathroom. "Clean this up," she snapped, gesturing towards the growing puddle with a dismissive wave of her hand.
The slave immediately knelt down, lapping up the last drops of urine from the floor. He fought back nausea as he cleaned vigorously, his mind racing to understand why he had been reduced to this humiliating task. Images of himself as a powerful businessman flashed through his mind, reminding him of who he once was before Mistress Gaia took control.
Satisfied with his work, Mistress Gaia turned her attention back to the task at hand. "Now, on your knees." The slave complied, his heart racing as he awaited her next command. "You are going to serve as my personal toilet from now on." She watched as a look of horror crossed his face before she continued, "Starting with my feces."
Mistress Gaia pushed forward in her chair, positioning herself over her slave's head. He closed his eyes tight, bracing himself for what was to come. The feeling of her soft, warm droppings hitting his tongue was disgusting, but he forced himself to swallow each bite, determined not to disappoint his Mistress.
As she emptied her bowels onto his face, the taste of shit, sweat, and fear mixed together in his mouth. But still, he did not vomit - a small win for the slave amidst such humiliation. Satisfied, Mistress Gaia wiped herself clean and stood up, inspecting her work. She turned to the messy bathroom, nodding in approval at the tiny puddle left behind.
Her eyes fell on the trembling slave under her desk, who was now covered in a thin film of sweat and God knows what else. Smirking, Mistress Gaia knelt down once more, reaching out to grab the last of her waste from his face. "Well," she mused, "at least you didn't vomit." With that, she discarded her used tissue and stood up, leaving the disheveled mess of a man to lick his wounds and await her next command.
