It was a typical day at Candy's Mega KV Store, and I was busier than ever attending to my clients. I had just finished satisfying one when another walked in, eager to get their hands on some of my unique merchandise. This particular client seemed to have an unusual request.
"Slave," they said, their voice ringing with command. "Come and make what I want."
I approached hesitantly, wondering what they had in store for me this time. As I got closer, I couldn't help but notice the foul odor emanating from their direction. It was strong enough to make my stomach turn.
"My asshole still stinks of farts," they continued, not seeming to notice or care about the stench. "Come and prepare yourself."
I tried not to gag as I knelt down before them, ready to obey their every command. They pulled out arack of clothing, none of which looked particularly appealing to me, and held it out in front of me.
"Do you want this?" They asked mockingly, their eyes filled with a malicious glee.
I shook my head no, but they didn't seem to hear me. Instead, they yanked the rack out of my reach and threw it across the room, sending hangers clattering to the ground.
"I didn't ask for your opinion," they snapped. "I want you to go over there and make yourself more useful."
They pointed to the other side of the room where there was a toilet. My heart sank as I knew exactly what they had in mind. Reluctantly, I walked over and sat down on the cold seat, steeling myself for what was to come.
Moments later, I felt warm liquid splash against my skin as they began urinating all over me. The smell was almost unbearable, but I couldn't move as my body was already saturated with their disgusting waste. When they finally finished, they stood up, zipped themselves back up, and motioned for me to stand up as well.
Without warning, they grabbed my head and forcefully shoved it between their legs. I gagged as the stench of feces assaulted my senses, but there was no escaping my master's will. They continued to force me to lick their anus, relishing in the disgust I felt.
Finally, they pulled me up and pushed me towards the toilet. "Now," they said, their voice laced with cruelty. "Sit down and clean up this mess you've made."
As I sat down on the toilet seat, now sticky with their urine and feces, I realized that this was going to be much worse than I had anticipated. "But," I protested, my voice shaking. "The toilet seat is covered in shit!"
They laughed heartily at my protests. "That's the point," they said with a twisted grin. "You're going to have to sit on it, clean it up, and then lick it off."
I felt my stomach churn as I did as I was told, knowing that there was no way out of this humiliating situation. As I sat there, feeling the cold, hard shit against my skin, I prayed for it to be over soon. But deep down inside, I knew that this was just the beginning of another long day at Candy's Mega KV Store.
