As the morning sun began to filter through the blinds of his living room, Alex laid sprawled out on the couch, his mind still reeling from the events of the previous evening. His new toy, Amber, had proved herself to be a loyal and submissive servant, eagerly catering to his every whim and fantasy.
The thought of her being forced to eat his own excretions made his cock twitch beneath the sheets. He grinned widely, knowing that he held all the power in this dynamic. Amber was utterly helpless; totally dependent on him for her most basic needs. In many ways, she was less than human - just a piece of property that he could use at will.
Standing up from the couch, Alex stretched lazily before making his way over to the kitchen. As he brewed a pot of coffee, he glanced out onto the patio where Amber was chained up, looking forlorn and confused. She had yet to attempt escape and Alex couldn't help but feel a peculiar mix of satisfaction and arousal at her continued submission.
Once breakfast was ready, Alex carried his tray out onto the patio where he set it down next to Amber's toilet. She sat hunched over the bowl, her chin resting on her knees as she stared at the cold porcelain floor. She didn't look up as Alex approached.
"Good morning, toilet slave," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. Amber whimpered softly but didn't respond otherwise. Alex leaned down and grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair, yanking her head back forcefully so that she looked up at him. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his blue eyes glinting with amusement.
Amber's bottom lip began to quiver as tears welled up in her eyes. She nodded weakly, her gaze flickering between Alex and the door that led back into the house. "W-will you unchain me?" she asked in a small voice.
Alex laughed heartily, the sound echoing around them. "Oh, no," he said, shaking his head slowly. "You are my little shit slave now. You'll stay right here all day." With that, he released her hair and sat back down on the opposite end of the toilet seat, his feet propped up on the edge of the bathtub.
For hours they sat in silence, Amber staring at the floor while Alex occasionally peered up at her from his phone or a magazine. She tried not to think about how the hunger gnawing at her stomach or the burning ache in her bowels would soon drive her to beg for access to the toilet again. Alex seemed determined to make her suffer for as long as possible.
As the afternoon wore on, Alex finally grew tired of watching reality TV and stood up from the toilet seat. Grabbing a fresh roll of toilet paper from the nearby cabinet, he smiled maliciously at Amber. "Time to clean up your mess," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Amber closed her eyes tightly, willing the horrifying scene playing out in her mind to simply disappear. But she knew it was no use. Resigned to her fate, she leaned forward until her chin rested on the rim of the toilet bowl. A moment later, warm spittle landed on her cheek as Alex unceremoniously unleashed a giant loogie onto her awaiting face.
With shaking hands, Amber reached up and swiped at the sticky saliva, her eyes filling with tears once again. She knew there was worse to come.
