As I walked into the apartment after a romantic evening out with Brad, my heart sank. Kitten, my pathetic little cleaning slave, was slumped on the couch instead of waiting attentively to serve me. I had left him with a detailed list of chores to do while I was gone, including making sure the apartment was spotless for my return. Needless to say, it was a mess.
"What the fuck, Kitten?" I screamed, slapping his face hard. "You call yourself a slave? What kind of useless piece of shit are you? I leave you with a list of chores and I come home to this?"
The apartment was a disaster. Clothes were strewn about, dishes were piled up in the sink, and the living room was littered with random items that should have been put away long ago. The little cuckold deserved every slap he got for making me come home to this.
I dragged him to his feet and pushed him onto his knees in front of me. "You better start sucking if you know what's good for you," I growled, unbuttoning my pants. "Brad filled me up good tonight, and now it's your job to clean my insides out. You do not want me angry."
Kitten, trembling with fear but also arousal, dived into my pussy and immediately started lapping up the cum that coated my insides. It was humiliating for him, knowing that another man had been in here and filled me up, while he was forced to be the one to clean it all up. But there was a small part of him that enjoyed it too.
As he worked on my pussy, I pulled out my phone and took a photo of him, grinning maliciously. "Send this picture to your friends, Kitten," I said, smirking. "Tell them what a worthless cocksucker you are."
Once I was satisfied that he had cleaned me well enough, I pulled my dripping pussy away from his face and roughly shoved him down onto the floor. "Goddamnit, Kitten," I spat, stomping past him into the bedroom. "You never fucking learn, do you? It's always a mess with you around."
Despite my anger, I couldn't deny that I was getting turned on by the whole scene. The power I held over my pathetic little cleaning slave drove me wild with excitement. I took a moment to remove my cum-covered panties before returning to the living room to find Kitten still on the floor, waiting for his next command.
"You haven't even started on the fucking floors," I growled, kicking him hard in the side. "And you'd better get ready, because I'm going to make you lick up every drop of piss I pump out tonight. Got it, slave?"
Kitten nodded furiously, ready to do anything to please me, even though he knew it meant more humiliation and degradation. He was my all-too-willing toilet slave, forced to endure the most degrading and intimate tasks at my every whim.
And so, I began to take massive pisses all over the floor, making sure to aim right at his face. He would have to clean it up eventually, of course, but for now, it was my turn to have a little fun. I watched with dark satisfaction as he lapped up my warm urine like a dog, grateful for even the smallest scraps of attention from his mistress.
As the night wore on and my pile of dirty laundry grew higher, I knew there would be no rest for Kitten. He was tied to this life now, his every waking moment devoted to serving me and cleaning up after me. It was a twisted sort of power trip I derived from having such control over another person, but it was thrilling all the same. For now, though, I leaned back on the couch, exhausted from a long day of topping from the bottom, and allowed my little cleaning slave to do his job. After all, it was the least he could do for the privilege of being so close to me.
