As I sat comfortably on my throne, I could feel the weight of the day's decisions bearing down on me. My eyes wandered over to the slave who had lately been assigned to me. He was standing obediently by my side, his eyes downcast in submission. I paused for a moment, considering the punishment I would mete out to him. The coffee he had prepared for me was undrinkable, and that merited severe consequences.
I rose from my throne, making sure to emphasize my regal bearing. I strode purposefully over to the slave, placing a large plate filled with my shit in front of him. "You have displeased me," I said coldly, "and now you will pay the price." The slave's face paled; he knew what was coming.
"Eat my shit," I commanded him. The slave swallowed hard and began to comply with my request. It was clear that he was not turned on by this act; in fact, he seemed quite repulsed. Still, he persevered, slowly but steadily making his way through the mountain of feces on the plate.
As he ate, I watched him closely, analyzing his every move. He was doing an adequate job, but there was something lacking in his devotion. I decided that once he had finished eating, I would test him further.
Finally, the slave reached the end of the plate. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. "What now, Mistress?" he asked softly.
I smiled cruelly. "Now you will rinse your mouth with my pee," I replied. The slave's face contorted in disgust, but he knew better than to disobey. He knelt down before me, opened his mouth wide, and allowed me to pour my urine into it.
When he had finished rinsing his mouth, I motioned for him to stand up and approach the plate. "You have done well," I said, trying to sound encouraging. "Now you must show me your dedication by licking the plate clean."
The slave hesitated for a moment before lowering his head and beginning to clean the plate with his tongue. I watched as he licked and sucked on the remnants of my shit and urine, his face a mask of revulsion.
As he finished cleaning, I nodded in satisfaction. "You have proven yourself to be a true shit eater," I said, trying to sound encouraging. "You may now return to your duties."
The slave bowed deeply before retreating from the chamber, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I reflected on the hardships of maintaining control over my slaves, how they were constantly testing my limits. But for now, at least, this one had passed the test.
