The girls, Amanda and Stefany, were finishing getting ready for their big party. They were excited to see all their friends and hoped to have an unforgettable night. As they stood in front of the mirror applying their makeup, their eyes diverted to the slave kneeling by the toilet. He seemed to be in his usual position, head bowed down and eyes closed, serving as a human toilet bowl.
Amanda, the more outgoing of the two, asked Stefany, "Do you think he can handle being locked up in there all night?" She giggled, obviously finding the idea amusing. Stefany, on the other hand, looked a bit more concerned. She knew they had pushed their pet slave to his limits many times before, but this seemed particularly cruel. However, she couldn't resist the thrill of their shared power trip and decided to go along with her friend's plan.
They both stepped over the slave, completely disregarding his presence, and continued to discuss their makeup and outfits. Their focus was solely on themselves, not realizing or not caring that they were trampling on another person's dignity. The slave remained silent, unable to speak with the metal plate tied tightly around his mouth.
After a short while, Amanda finally spoke up, "I think we're all set! Let's go party!" She grabbed Stefany's hand and headed towards the door, leaving the poor slave kneeling in his own filth. As they walked away, he closed his eyes, hoping for a kind of release that would never come. He could feel his bladder filling up rapidly, but he knew better than to make any noise or movement that would anger them.
As the hours passed, the party got wilder. The girls were having the time of their lives, dancing and laughing with their friends. Drinks flowed freely, and they lost track of time. Suddenly, Amanda felt a desperate urge to use the bathroom. She excused herself from her friends and headed towards the toilet.
Meanwhile, the slave was left alone in the darkness of the locked toilet stall. He could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and music coming from the party outside. Time seemed to stand still as he waited for someone to notice him, but no one ever did. He could only resign himself to his fate and try to endure the pain and humiliation.
Hours later, Amanda emerged from the stall. She was feeling drunk and frisky. She smirked at Stefany and said, "I left him a little surprise." She then turned around, shaking her ass at the slave on the other side of the locked door. She giggled as she heard muffled groans coming from inside.
Stefany, despite her misgivings earlier, couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of what was happening to their slave. She gave Amanda a high-five and they continued their party without another thought to their helpless toilet-bound pet.
Days passed, and the slave was left alone in the dark, smelly toilet. His body ached, his muscles weak from being in the same position for so long. He desperately needed to relieve himself, but he knew it wasn't going to happen. He could only imagine the mess he'd become, filled with feces and urine, slowly rotting inside the locked stall.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Stefany returned. She walked over to the toilet, unlocked it, and flushed it forcefully, sending a wave of water crashing over the slave. She giggled, "Time for some cleanup." She grabbed a hose and started washing the slave down, blasting water into his open mouth, eyes, and other orifices.
Despite the pain, the slave was grateful for the relief. He knew this was their way of showing dominance, but he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure knowing they still cared for him in some twisted way.
As the water finally stopped, Stefany unlocked the metal plate from his mouth. "There you go, slave. Time to clean yourself up." She tossed him a towel and left without another word.
The slave slowly pulled himself up, his body aching and sore from being immobilized for so long. His heart felt heavy as he realized the cruelty of their game, but he knew they were beyond reason. All he could do was endure and hope for some form of kindness in the future.
As the days turned into weeks, his hope started to dwindle. He knew he would probably never be freed from this life of servitude, but he had to hold onto some glimmer of hope. Through it all, he knew that all he had was their goodwill, no matter how twisted it might be, and he clung to it desperately.
