Princess Jenny sat majestically on her throne, surveying the throne chamber. Her eyes fell upon her toiletslave, kneeling at her feet. The young man's head was bowed low in submission, awaiting his mistress's commands. She chuckled, observing his nervousness as he fidgeted, trying to avoid her gaze. She couldn't help but relish the power she held over him—the power of life and death. "You know about your task for now, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The toiletslave lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers, and nodded slowly. "Y-yes, my lady," he stuttered.
"Good," she said, her voice softening. "I want you to clean up the toilet properly. Of course, you'll have to use your tongue for this. Lick every inch of it, and make sure you clean those borders," she pointed at the edges of the toilet bowl where drops of urine glistened in the light. "Wonder who might've already used it today," she mused aloud, her lips curling into a smirk. "You're going to lick everything clean, slave. And before you ask yourself why I want you to do this, remember you're just the toiletslave."
The toiletslave swallowed hard, his face flushing red with shame. "But, my lady, I can do other tasks as well," he managed to say.
"Yes, I am aware of that," she replied, her voice cold. "But for now, you're only good for one thing—cleaning my toilet with your tongue. Now, get to work!"
The toiletslave hesitated for a moment before crawling towards the toilet bowl. His hands trembled as he grabbed the ceramic sides, lifting the lid gingerly. The stench of urine and feces hit him like a slap in the face—it was indeed in need of a good cleaning. Bracing himself, he leaned over the bowl and extended his tongue, tentatively touching the wall. A shudder ran through his body as his tongue made contact with the cold, sticky surface. He began to lick methodically, moving from one side to the other, following the curves and ridges of the toilet bowl.
Jenny watched with amusement, her eyes flickering between the slave and the task at hand. She had always been meticulous about her personal hygiene, and nothing enraged her more than finding her toilets dirty. That's when she had decided to make the toiletslave part of her retinue—as a personal reminder that even the lowest of the low could serve a purpose.
As the toiletslave cleaned, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up there. One moment, he was a prince in his father's kingdom, the next, he was son's spare, unwanted and forced into servitude. He remembered his old life with fondness, the luxuries he had once taken for granted, and the beautiful princesses he had courted. Now, he was reduced to scrubbing the filthiest of places, using his tongue as a tool to please his cruel mistress.
His tongue brushed against something hard, and he gagged as he realized it was a piece of toilet paper coated in feces. His gag reflex kicked in, but he forced himself to continue, determined not to displease her. Slowly, methodically, he cleaned every inch of the toilet bowl, savoring the taste of disgust that coated his tongue.
When he was finally finished, he straightened up, his muscles aching from the strange position. Sweat beads forming on his forehead, he regarded his work with a mixture of disgust and pride—it was spotless now. "My lady," he said timidly, rising to his feet. "It is done."
Jenny glared down at him, her eyes narrowing. "Are you sure it's clean? I want you to sniff it."
The toiletslave's stomach turned at the thought of smelling the toilet, but he obeyed nonetheless. He bent over and inhaled deeply; the scent of cleaning products wafted towards him. Satisfied, Jenny nodded. "Very well. Tomorrow, you will clean the chambers too—and this time, I want you to pay close attention to the mirrors."
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand, and the toiletslave bowed before crawling away, his back straight as a board, reminding himself that he was still a prince, even if he was forced into servitude. As for Jenny, she felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had reduced a once-proud prince to doing her bidding.
