Once upon a time, there was an old and lonely janitor named Arthur. He had spent most of his life working hard, but he never found true love or happiness. One day, while cleaning the high school toilets, a beautiful yet cruel and brutal mistress named Arianna stormed into the scene.
"You disgusting old man!" she scolded him, kicking away the mop he had been using. "Look at this mess! You aren't fit to be near these toilets, let alone cleaning them!"
Arthur cowered in fear as Arianna towered over him with her perfect, teenage angel face contorted in disgust. His heart skipped a beat when she reached into her bag and pulled out a large brown object shaped like a sausage.
"To teach you a lesson," she said coldly, her eyes burning with hatred, "I decided to punish you myself. And trust me, you're going to love this punishment."
Without another word, Arianna grabbed Arthur's head violently and forced his mouth open, shoving the large sausage-like object inside. He gagged and choked as it went deeper down his throat, feeling the hot liquid seeping into his mouth and down his throat. It was a mixture of his own disgust and excitement as he realized what he was being fed - scat!
"Swallow it! All of it!," she commanded, slapping him across the face when he struggled to breathe. He did as he was told, swallowing every last bit of the repulsive yet arousing substance she gave him.
"That's a good boy," Arianna said mockingly, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Now, get on your knees and clean up this mess."
Arthur, his face beet red from embarrassment and fear, kneeled before Arianna, feeling the warmth of the scat spreading through his body. With shaking hands, he grabbed a fresh roll of paper towels and started cleaning up the mess she had made.
As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction deep inside him. Was this really what he had wanted all along? To be treated like a slave, served with other people's waste as punishment? He wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for sure - he never wanted to let Arianna down.
For the rest of the day, Arthur did as he was told, cleaning up after Arianna and obeying every command she gave him. When she finally left, he collapsed on the floor, exhausted both physically and emotionally. But as he lay there in the dark, empty toilet stall, he couldn't help but fantasize about what she would do to him next.
The next day, Arthur arrived at school early, eagerly anticipating Arianna's arrival. And when she did, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of joy swell up within him. It wasn't the love he had always dreamed of, but it was something. And in this cruel and unusual world, it was all he had.
