Mistress Gaia, an imposing figure with her height and forbidding aura, stood over her shivering slave. He knelt, his eyes fixed on the floor, awaiting her command. She held a shiny metal funnel, attached to a clear tube that ended in front of his trembling lips. A small puddle of her feces sat at the bottom of the funnel, steaming slightly in the warm air. Her expression was stern and unyielding as she spoke in a low, commanding voice.
"This slave, today, will eat my shit and drink my pee. To ensure he does so completely and without hesitation, I have attached this funnel to a tube. You will see the shit being pushed down the clear tube towards your mouth. Then, once it has reached you, I want you to open wide and show me that you've swallowed every last bit."
Her assistant, Ciccio, stood at the ready with a long thin stick. Mistress Gaia nodded to him, and he approached the trembling slave. Carefully, he positioned the stick so that it would push the feces into the slave's mouth. His eyes wide as he saw the disgusting mixture heading his way, the slave parted his lips as instructed. The stick gently nudged him, and he felt warm, viscous liquid filling his mouth. He tried to close his lips, but the pressure from the funnel and the stick kept them pried apart.
The slave could feel the warmth of the shit spreading in his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth with its putrid taste. He forced himself to swallow, making a gagging sound deep in his throat. He could feel the shit and pee sliding down his esophagus, coating his insides. He opened his mouth, showing his mistress the empty cavity. He waited for the next instruction, his heart pounding in his chest.
Mistress Gaia stepped forward, bringing the funnel closer to his mouth. She held it there for a moment before speaking, her voice a low hiss.
"You disgusting creature," she said, spitting the words out. "But you will do as I command. Now, lick the floor clean. Clean up every last bit of my feces and pee. And if you disobey me, Ciccio here will be more than happy to help me find a new slave."
Shaking with fear and revulsion, the slave leaned forward and began to lick the floor clean. The taste of his mistress's feces and pee was still strong in his mouth, making the task even more revolting. But he knew better than to disobey her, and so he forced himself to continue. With each swipe of his tongue, he could feel the power dynamic between them shift slightly, like the building pressure behind a storm cloud.
As he worked, he could feel the ever-present gaze of his mistress upon him, her contempt for him palpable. He could hear Ciccio breathing heavily behind him, a blend of anticipation and satisfaction in the air. Slowly but surely, the floor grew clean, free of any trace of his mistress's waste. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he sat back on his haunches, looking up at her with a mixture of fear and dread.
Mistress Gaia surveyed him with cold eyes, taking in his filthy appearance and trembling form. She nodded once, her face impassive.
"Not a worthy slave, but you will do for now," she said, her voice like ice. "Remain in this position until I tell you otherwise."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the slave alone with his thoughts and feelings of revulsion. But despite the discomfort and humiliation he felt, he knew one thing for certain: he was hers, body and soul, and there was no escaping that fact.
