As soon as the Spanish toilet arrived at Madame Ellen's doorstep, he was taken aback by the luxurious mansion he had been led into. He was instructed to meet Madame Ellen in the grand kitchen where she stood, casually wearing an apron over her elegant dress.
"Ah, my little cleaner slave," she said with a warm chuckle, alluding to his previous day's training. "It's time you learned some more."
The toilet bowl was taken from him, and he was hustled off to another room where he was made to kneel down. His eyes widened as he saw what lay before him—an enormous pile of excrement, freshly deposited onto a silver platter. The stench hit him hard, but he couldn't move or protest; Madame Ellen's eyes held him captive.
"This is what we shall fill your toilet bowl with, my dear. You see, your task now isn't just to clean but also to consume."
Her voice was calm yet dominant, and her words sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the warmth of the pile seeping through his clothes as he started to panic internally. But he couldn't let that show on his face; he had to remain submissive.
The following hours were a blur of humiliation and degradation. The Spanish toilet was forced to eat every last morsel of that pile, feeling it slide down his throat and fill his gut. When he thought it couldn't get any worse, Madame Ellen handed him a glass of warm water and some soap Suds.
"Now, clean yourself. Every inch of you," she commanded.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lathered the soap into a thick foam and scrubbed his body clean, ridding it of any remaining filth. The soapy water turned to brown from the grime it absorbed, and there was no part of him it didn't touch.
Finally, when he was spotless once again, Madame Ellen led him back to the kitchen where he found his beloved toilet bowl filled to the brim with freshly prepared feces—his new meal. His stomach turned at the sight, but he knew there was no escaping it now.
"Bon Appétit, my dear," said Madame Ellen softly, as if wishing him well on a normal dinner date.
The Spanish toilet closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and lowered his head towards the bowl. This time, he would consume every last drop of it.
