As the sun slowly rose on a warm summer morning, I lay in bed, my heart beating with anticipation. Today was the day I had been waiting for; the day I would finally introduce my new pet toilet slave, Sarah.
I carefully slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my current lover, and made my way down to the basement. The dark, dank smell of stale air and earthy damp filled my nostrils as I descended the stairs, lighting up a single candle at the foot of the steps.
I had transformed the basement into a private little sanctuary just for Sarah. A queen-sized mattress was set up on the floor, surrounded by soft pillows and plush blankets. A small table with a candle and a crystal vase filled with fresh flowers sat beside the bed, adding a touch of elegance to the otherwise primitive setting.
But the real treat was hidden behind a heavy curtain, masking the entrance to the other side of the room. I drew back the curtain to reveal a large, open-air toilet bowl with a gleaming gold rim—the perfect place for Sarah to perform her duties as my toilet slave.
I quickly went about my preparations, pouring warm water into a golden chamber pot and placing it within easy reach of the bed. Next, I filled a small silver tray with freshly squeezed orange juice, a bowl of freshly cut fruit, and a healthy helping of flaky croissants.
Finally, I pulled back the curtains, revealing the sun streaming through the basement windows and casting warm light upon my new toy. I couldn't wait any longer; it was time to wake Sarah from her slumber and introduce her to her new life.
With nervous anticipation, I walked over to the bed and gently shook Sarah awake. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, confusion filling her features as she took in her surroundings. She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down, smiling as she protested weakly.
"Good morning, my pet," I whispered softly, leaning in close to her ear. "Get ready your mouth my slave! Such a delicious morning food for you!"
Sarah's eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't deny the hunger pangs that were already starting to kick in. She dutifully swallowed the spit in her mouth and crawled over to the side of the bed, eagerly taking the chamber pot from my hands.
I watched as she kneeled next to the toilet bowl, her face a mixture of fear and excitement. She hesitated for a moment before lowering her lips to the brim of the pot, tentatively taking a sip of the warm liquid within.
As she swallowed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of power rush through me. It was exhilarating, knowing that I had complete control over this beautiful creature's body and mind.
I smiled to myself, watching as Sarah leaned in closer to the toilet bowl, her eager anticipation clear on her face. From behind the curtain, I heard the familiar sound of running water, knowing that my own body was preparing itself for the afternoon's activities.
As Sarah began to drink more of the golden nectar, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride welling up inside me. My toilet slave was a work of art, created just for my pleasure. And today, she would prove just how devoted she was to me.
