I couldn't believe my eyes as I walked into the living room after a long day of shopping. There he was, my incompetent servant, still vacuuming the floor like he hadn't heard me arrive. Hours had passed since he was supposed to have finished cleaning, and here he was messing up the one task he had been given.
I sighed in frustration, trying to relax on the sofa despite the irritation. But it was no use. Every time I heard the vacuum cleaner start up again, my annoyance grew. Finally, I decided enough was enough. He couldn't even finish a simple task like cleaning the floor properly.
"You're hopeless," I muttered under my breath. "Look at what a mess you've made of my house."
As if in response, the vacuum cleaner stopped abruptly. My servant looked up, his eyes meeting mine for the briefest of moments before looking away. He mumbled something about finishing up and disappeared into another room.
I was about to give up on him when a sudden realization struck me. Oh, why not? It wasn't like he could do anything worse from here. With a smirk on my face, I undid my pants and took a seat on the toilet.
"Hey," I called out to him. "Come here for a sec."
He emerged from the other room, his face a mixture of confusion and fear. "Yes, Mistress?"
"I want you to clean me," I said, my voice soft and seductive.
He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. As he approached, his eyes fixated on the object of my desire. I could see the anticipation building in him as he began to kneel down in front of me.
Without warning, I released a large pile of shit onto his eagerly awaiting mouth. The look of shock on his face was priceless as he struggled to swallow my offering. It wasn't much, just a small pile of caviar, but even so, he couldn't seem to get it down.
As he gagged and choked on my shit, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. This was exactly what he deserved for being such an incompetent servant. Still, there was more work to be done.
"You call that cleaning?" I scoffed. "You're pathetic. Here, let me show you how it's done."
I grabbed the brush from his hand and swiftly ran it over his face, smearing my shit across his skin. He tried to resist, but it was no use. He was at my mercy.
"Now then," I continued, taking a step back. "Let's see if you can be of any use to me after all."
I reached down, undoing my pants once more, and pulled them off to reveal my naked body. My servant's eyes widened in shock before drifting downwards in anticipation.
"Looks like you've got a lot of work to do," I said playfully, inviting him to take me in his mouth.
He hesitated for a moment before tentatively leaning forward and beginning to lick and suck on my shit-covered sex. At first, he was hesitant, but as he became more accustomed to the taste and texture, he began to move with more confidence.
I couldn't help but smile as I watched him work. This was definitely a new use for him. And while it wasn't exactly what he had signed up for when he became my servant, I had to admit that there was a certain twisted pleasure in seeing him like this.
For now, I decided to let him continue his "cleaning." Besides, it seemed like he was finally proving himself useful—even if only as a toilet for me to use when I pleased.
