As I slowly woke up, I felt the cool tiles beneath my bare feet. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I remembered my new role as Miss Dula, a human toilet. Slipping into the bathroom, I hesitated for a moment before locking the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for my first task of the day. I would be making breakfast for my oblivious Master, who couldn't be here to experience it himself.
Feeling excited yet nervous, I began to wash my hands and face in the sink. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder how my Master was doing. Was he enjoying his time away without me? I hoped so, but at the same time, I longed for him to be home.
I opened the bathroom door, revealing a luxurious bedroom filled with soft light filtering through lace curtains. I walked over to the full-length mirror, taking a moment to admire myself. My body trembled slightly as I anticipated my Master's return.
Deciding it was time to get started on breakfast, I headed towards the kitchen. My heart raced as I prepared all the ingredients for my special dish. Slowly, lovingly, I mixed and blended the food until it was ready. Finally, I sat down at the breakfast bar to wait for my Master's arrival.
As I sat there, my stomach churning with anticipation, I couldn't help but imagine what he would say when he saw me. Would he be pleased with my efforts or disappointed? I didn't know, but I was determined to make him happy.
Minutes turned into hours, and still, there was no sign of my Master. The food was growing cold on the plate, but I wouldn't dream of touching it. I waited, my heart pounding in my chest, until finally, I heard the familiar sound of his car pulling up outside.
With shaking hands, I went to the living room to greet him. As soon as he walked through the door, I fell to my knees, presenting him with the dish I had prepared. "Master," I whispered, "I hope you like breakfast."
He stepped forward, a smirk on his lips. "I'm sure I will, my little toilet. Now let me see what you've got."
Taking the plate from me, he walked over to the couch to sit down. Slowly, I approached him, my legs trembling under me as I watched him eat. He seemed to be enjoying it, nodding in approval as he took another bite.
"Not bad," he said between mouthfuls, "you could use some improvement, but for a first attempt, it's not too bad." His words stung, but I tried not to show it. I knew I had to do better next time if I wanted to make him happy.
As he finished his meal, he stood up and walked towards me. "Good girl," he said, patting me on the head. "Now come here and show your appreciation."
Reluctantly, I knelt down in front of him, lowering my head as he placed his hand on my forehead. "Am I facing the right direction?" he asked with a smirk.
I didn't respond, unable to look at him. All I could focus on was the warmth radiating from his hand and the steady rhythm of his breathing. It was strange, but comforting nonetheless.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally moved away, leaving me trembling on the floor. With a deep sigh, I stood up and began to clear away the dishes, my mind racing with thoughts of what would happen next.
