One morning, Mistress Gaia arrived in her dungeon, her personal slave still sleeping in the cage. She woke him up roughly. The slave, still groggy, blinked his eyes open to see his beloved mistress standing before him. Mistress Gaia was dressed sleekly, her black latex bodycon dress hugging every curve of her body. Her long, sexy legs looked like they could go on forever underneath her 6" stilettos. The slave couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants despite the situation.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," she said curtly, looking down at him with disdain. "You have a job to do." As she spoke, she unzipped her skirt ever so slightly, revealing a glimpse of her shiny black thong beneath. The slave's eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't expected this at all.
"Yes, Mistress," he replied meekly, looking up at her with fear and anticipation mixed together. Mistress Gaia smiled cruelly, knowing full well how aroused he must be by now. This was going to be a particularly tantalizing experience for him.
"You are to be my toilet today," she declared coldly, her tone sending shivers down the slave's spine. Her voice had an almost hypnotic effect on him; he felt himself becoming more submissive with every word she spoke.
She approached the cage and unlocked it, allowing the naked slave to step out onto the cold stone floor. He approached her nervously, unsure of what to expect. She motioned for him to kneel before her and, without hesitation, he did as he was told. His bare knees touching the cold ground, he looked up at her expectantly.
"First, you will eat and drink everything in this bowl," she ordered, indicating a large gold-plated bowl resting on a pedestal nearby. Inside it was a mixture of human excrement and urine. The slave's stomach turned at the sight and smell, but he knew better than to show any signs of disgust.
"Yes, Mistress," he murmured, nodding his head fervently even as his body rebelled against the idea of consuming such filth. With trembling hands, he leaned forward and extended his tongue towards the bowl. Mistress Gaia watched intently as he hesitated for just a moment before finally dipping his tongue into the thick mixture. The slave's eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to suppress a gag reflex; this was going to be much harder than he'd anticipated.
Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth wide and began to consume the disgusting mixture before him. Slowly but surely, he swallowed it all down, every last drop and every last piece of feces and urine. When he finally lifted his head from the bowl, there was a look of utter revulsion on his face, but also one of submission—he had done as he was told, and now it was up to Mistress Gaia what would happen next.
She nodded in satisfaction. "Very good," she praised him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, show me the empty bowl." The slave retrieved the bowl from the pedestal and held it up for her to see, showing her that it was indeed empty.
Mistress Gaia smiled again, this time more cruelly than before. "Clean your tongue," she commanded, tapping her foot impatiently. The slave reached into his mouth with his tongue and scraped at the inside of his cheeks, trying to remove every last trace of the foul substance. When he pulled his tongue out again, it was slick with spittle and what remained of the mixture.
Satisfied, Mistress Gaia clapped her hands together slowly, her eyes boring into him. "Now, await your next command, my little toilet," she said venomously, turning away from him. The slave could only stand there, trembling with anticipation (and fear), wondering what she had planned for him next.
