It was already the second day after my evening with friends, and I had a persistent desire to relieve myself. Despite this, I couldn't bring myself to use the toilet as I was accustomed to. Instead, I started thinking about Roman, one of my regular slaves. He usually works as a cab driver during the day and shamelessly desires young girls just like me. I occasionally let him use his services for free when they're needed. In return, he occasionally gets to worship my beautiful feet by kissing and sniffing them; it's some sort of deal we've made over time, and both parties seem quite satisfied with it.
Yesterday night, while pondering about my next steps regarding Roman, an idea suddenly came into my mind—he could also be trained as a toilet slave! Such a unique opportunity would keep him occupied and devoted for much longer; after all, who could resist the temptation of being close to their Mistress's most intimate moments? So without further ado, I swiftly picked up my phone and called him.
"Hey Roman, this is Nemezis Queen. Remember me? I was wondering if you could come by my place tomorrow morning. I have something important to discuss with you," I said casually yet authoritatively. His response surprised even me: within ten minutes, there was a knock at my door, and there he was—an old man with desperate eyes and uncontrollable erection. Who knew shit-talking could be so effective!
As soon as he entered my luxurious apartment, he went down on his knees and started kissing my feet, prepared for another round of foot-worship ritual. However, this time, my plans weren't as innocent or fun-filled as our previous sessions. "Roman," I said sternly, "I have something important to tell you. From now on, you won't just be worshipping my feet—you'll also be dealing with other things related to them. Can you guess what I'm talking about?"
His eyes widened in disbelief and horror; it was obvious he had no idea what was about to hit him. "You mean...?" he stammered, barely able to get the words out. "No way! You can't be serious...!"
"Oh, but I am," I replied coldly. "As of today, you will act not only as my foot slave but also as my toilet slave. You have never eaten shit before, but now it's time for you to learn this valuable skill. From now on, you will be at my service whenever I need to shit or if my girlfriends need to shit too—you will always make sure we are comfortable and satisfied. Do you understand your new role?"
His face turned pale, and warm tears started rolling down his cheeks; he knew he was in big trouble. Despite his fear and disgust at the idea of becoming a toilet slave, he couldn't defy his Mistress's wish. With a shiver running through his spine, he nodded slowly in submission. This was going to be an interesting journey; one that would surely make him grow in unimaginable ways. And who knows—maybe after some time, he might even get used to it and start enjoying it too!
