In the lavish home of Miss May and her friend, Miss Alessa Milano, there was an unusual member of their household staff: a young, attractive man who served as their personal cleaning slave. He was always clad in a simple black mask and a collar around his neck, symbolizing his submissive role in their lives. His duties were quite unusual; he wasn't there to simply clean the house like any other servant would.
No, he was there to clean their toilet... with his tongue. Miss May and Miss Alessa enjoyed watching him perform this intimate act, giving him detailed instructions on where exactly needed to be cleaned. They would stand over him, their bodies sometimes brushing against his as he knelt before them. As he licked away, they would sometimes run a finger over the area he had just cleaned, testing its freshness.
When he finished cleaning the toilet bowl, it was time for the final ritual. They would each take turns cleaning the toilet seat with toilet paper and then make him open his mouth wide, shoving the used toilet paper inside. Slowly but surely, his head would disappear inside the toilet, his limbs spread out before him like he was offering himself up in worship. Finally, the toilet seat would be lowered, trapping him in place under their perfect derrieres.
Miss May and Miss Alessa Milano sat on their cleaning slave, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin fabric of their skirts. They talked casually about their day, not caring that he was essentially at their mercy right now. It was as though he was nothing more than an object to them, something to be used when they wanted and discarded when they were done.
As they finished their business and stood up, they would look down at him, still trapped beneath them. A sense of satisfaction would wash over them, knowing that they had complete control over this young man's life. They would smile and walk away, leaving him there to contemplate his fate.
The next day, the cleaning slave woke up with a start, wondering what horrible task awaited him that day. As he walked to the bathroom with his head bowed low, he knew that whatever it was, he would have to face it bravely. For Miss May and Miss Alessa Milano, he was nothing more than a toilet rodent; a creature whose sole purpose was to serve their every dirty whim.
