It was a scorching afternoon and Mistress Lady Cathy strolled through her luxurious mansion, clad in a diaphanous white robe that barely concealed her voluptuous curves. She was in a playful mood, teasing a new idea that had been simmering in her mind for quite some time now. The idea of having a toilet slave had always intrigued her, and today she decided to make it a reality.
She approached the servant quarters, her eyes searching for the most suitable candidate. Her gaze fell upon a young man, terrified and trembling at the sight of his mistress. She called out his name, her commanding voice echoing through the halls. He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through his veins.
"Yes, Mistress?" he asked cautiously.
"You," she said, pointing accusingly at him. "You will be my new toilet bitch from now on."
The man's eyes widened in shock. Toilet bitch? He had heard stories about such duties but never imagined he would be subjected to them. He swallowed hard, not daring to protest.
Mistress Lady Cathy led him to the opulent bathroom, its marble floors gleaming underfoot. She pulled him along by his hair, her grip firm as she dragged him to the grand toilet throne. "Kneel," she commanded, her voice cold and authoritative.
The man knelt down, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited her next order. His eyes never left her figure, admiring and fearing her at the same time.
"Stick your tongue out," she commanded next, her voice dripping with malice. The man complied, hesitantly extending his tongue as instructed. Mistress Lady Cathy grasped his head and shoved it hard onto the cold, ceramic toilet seat, forcing him to look straight down into the bowl. He gagged slightly but managed to maintain his composure.
"You will clean this toilet with your tongue, from top to bottom," Mistress Lady Cathy said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "From the rim to the bowl, every inch must be spotless."
The man nodded meekly, feeling his stomach churn at the thought of what was to come. He began to clean the toilet as instructed, his tongue darting in and out of the bowl. He could hear her amused chuckling behind him, like a wicked witch tormenting her prey.
As he scrubbed, he felt her moving closer, her warm breath tickling the hairs at the base of his neck. Suddenly, she pressed something against his forehead, cool and smooth. "Drink," she commanded, pushing his head towards the toiletbowl.
With trembling hands, he cupped some of the water in his mouth, swirling it around before swallowing. He tasted the faint essence of human waste which made him gag reflexively but he forced himself to swallow it anyway. Mistress Lady Cathy laughed gleefully, watching his disgust.
"Every drop must be consumed," she emphasized. "From now on, my toilet is your main source of nourishment."
The man continued to clean the toilet, his stomach churning with every foul-tasting drop he swallowed. Suddenly, a rush of cold water hit his face, shocking him into compliance once more. Mistress Lady Cathy had found the trigger for the hidden showerhead above the toilet – now he would receive a surprise shower every time he completed his duties.
As the water subsided, she placed a mirror in front of his face. "Look," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You are becoming my toilet slave—accept it."
He looked into the mirror, noticing for the first time that his clothes were gone, revealing his pale, skinny frame juxtaposed against hers. Her power and control over him, a stark contrast. He nodded silently, understanding that he had no choice but to submit to her will completely.
Mistress Lady Cathy smiled coldly, satisfied with his obedience. She leaned over the toilet, her plush ass grazing against his cheek. "Very well," she murmured before stepping away, leaving him alone to finish his duties.
As the hours passed, the man became accustomed to his new role as a toilet slave. He learned to savor the taste of human waste, accepting its bitterness as his new reality. His body became accustomed to the cold showers and the constant scrubbing, transforming into a well-oiled machine designed for hers pleasure. And so, Mistress Lady Cathy's toilet bitch served her faithfully, submitting completely to her every whim.
