Mistress Gaia surveyed her slave with disdain. He was pathetic, unable to complete even the simplest of tasks she commanded him to do. His eyes darted around fearfully, and his body trembled as he stood before her. She knew she had found the perfect candidate for her trash bin. He would serve as the perfect receptacle for all of her waste products.
Gaia walked over to a large trash can, her stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. She opened the lid and reached in, retrieving a half-eaten sandwich from the bottom. She grimaced as she held it out for him to see, then tossed it towards him.
"Clean up my mess," she commanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
The slave hesitated for a moment before dropping to his knees and scooping up the discarded food with his mouth. He knew better than to refuse her orders. Once he'd swallowed the food, he looked up at her expectantly.
"Come here," she growled, beckoning him closer with her finger.
He approached slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he was close enough, she reached down and plucked a cigarette butt from the ashes in the garbage can. She brought it up to his lips, and he opened his mouth obediently. She pressed the butt against his lower lip, and he closed his mouth around it, feeling the ash scratch against his tongue.
"That's right," she purred, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You're going to be my garbage bin. For everything."
She reached into the trash can again, retrieving what looked like a tiny piece of cloth. She held it out for him to see - it was a threadbare sock with a hole in the toe. She dropped it into his open mouth, and he felt it slide down his throat.
"You'll take care of all my trash from now on," she told him, stroking her hand across his cheek. "My used tissues, my hair clippings, even my…other waste products."
She narrowed her eyes, and the slave shivered. He knew what she meant by that. He had already seen her pee in the toilet and heard her farting loudly as she sat on the couch, watching TV. He wasn't looking forward to being the target of her bodily functions, but he wasn't about to disobey her either.
"Yes, mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling.
Mistress Gaia smiled, a cruel smile that showed no warmth or kindness. "Good boy. Now get back to your knees and wait for my next command."
The slave did as he was told, dropping back down onto his knees and pressing his forehead into the cold, hardwood floor. He waited, his heart pounding in his chest, wondering what new task she would assign him next. He knew he was her garbage bin now, and there was no escape from it.
