Slave Duties in the Outdoor Garden: Portable Toilet and Personal Cleaner
As the warm sun beamed down on the lush garden, the Mistress of the house, clad in a tight-fitting leather ensemble, strode through the blossoming flowers. Her legs encased in shiny black leggings, she was accompanied by a subservient figure, a man who served as her personal slave.
The slave was responsible for attending to every need of his mistress, and on this day, he had a crucial duty to perform. Spring had arrived, bringing with it the scent of fresh blooms and the promise of new life, but it also meant that nature called for the Mistress.
She instructed her slave to follow her into the garden, where she took a seat upon a comfortable chair. Without hesitation, the slave knew what he must do - he knelt before his mistress, his eyes fixed upon her shapely legs that were encased in those black leggings.
"Clean my soles," she commanded, her voice cold and authoritative. The slave moved forward eagerly, his tongue darting out to taste the dirt and mud that had clung to his mistress' boots. He cleaned each sole meticulously, using his tongue and teeth to scrape off every last bit of filth.
As he worked, the Mistress watched him with amusement, her booted foot tapping against the ground impatiently. Satisfied with his efforts, she issued another order: "Stand up."
The slave rose to his feet, feeling the weight of his mistress' stare upon him. He trembled slightly, knowing that a slap was likely to follow if he displeased her in any way.
But instead of violence, the Mistress surprised him with a different sort of task. She motioned for him to come closer, and when he was within reach, she whispered against his ear, "Drink my pee."
The slave's stomach churned at the thought of consuming his mistress' urine, but he could not disobey her command. He lowered his head, opening his mouth as she slowly released a stream of warm golden liquid into it. It was salty and bitter, but he forced himself to swallow every drop without making a sound.
When she was finished, she smiled cruelly, knowing that she had asserted her dominance once more. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed him, and the slave left the garden, his head bowed in submission.
As the day drew to a close and the sun began to set over the garden, the Mistress reflected on the events of the day. She was pleased with her slave, for he had performed his duties faithfully, even when faced with the unpalatable task of drinking her pee. But most of all, she was content in knowing that she would always have someone to fulfill her every need, no matter how dirty or degrading it might seem.
