The Toiletslave's work had just begun. After helping the Second Lady with her latest business, he returned to the lavish chamber where the Third Lady awaited him. She was dressed in luxurious robes, adorned with precious jewels and her hair artistically arranged. However, there was an imperious look in her eyes that spoke volumes about her intentions for the Toiletslave.
"You may approach me," she commanded in a voice that dripped with authority.
The Toiletslave knelt before her, his head bowed low in submission. He awaited her next instruction, trembling at the thought of what was to come.
The Third Lady leaned back on her throne, enjoying the power she held over the pathetic creature at her feet. She surveyed him for a moment before speaking, a cruel grin tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Today, you shall serve me as a toilet slave," she declared.
The Toiletslave's heart sank. He knew this was one of the most humiliating tasks he could be assigned, but he remained silent, bracing himself for what was to come.
The Third Lady rose from her throne, her elegant gown swirling around her feet. She made her way to the entrance of her private chambers, pausing only to turn and give him a wicked smile.
"Follow me," she commanded, her voice cool and detached.
The Toiletslave scrambled to his feet, following her through the ornate halls of the mansion. They traversed several winding corridors before arriving at a small, windowless room. There was a single object in the center of the room - a golden throne toilet.
The Third Lady turned to face him, her eyes glinting with amusement. "This is where you shall serve me," she said, her voice taking on a deeper tone that sent shivers down the Toiletslave's spine.
She walked over to the toilet, lifted her gown, and revealed her perfect, untouched posterior to the Toiletslave. His mouth watered at the sight of it.
"You may begin," she ordered, stepping onto the golden toilet seat and closing her eyes in anticipation.
The Toiletslave moved forward, kneeling down in front of her. He reached out tentatively, his fingers grazing against her soft skin. With trembling hands, he opened his mouth wide and positioned himself beneath her.
A moment later, there was a resounding splat! as the Third Lady released a massive pile of feces directly into the Toiletslave's waiting mouth. He choked and gagged, struggling to swallow the putrid mass, but he didn't dare disobey her.
She waited until he had finished swallowing, then let out a contented sigh. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked, smirking down at him.
The Toiletslave could only nod in agreement, his face beet red with embarrassment. He knew there was more to come, but for now, he had to endure the shame and humiliation of being her toilet slave.
