Today, I welcomed a new human toilet slave to my chambers. His name was Jack and he had journeyed from the farthest reaches of the kingdom to serve me. For years, he had been secretly admiring me and yearned for this moment to come.
As he kneeled before me, eyes filled with adoration, I could see the nervousness and anticipation written all over his face. He was ready to empty his stomachs contents into the toilet bowl for me, but unfortunately, I didn't have any "shit food" for him today. Instead, I offered him a golden champagne to drink, and he eagerly accepted it.
Jack drank the champagne gratefully, savoring every sip. As he drained the glass, he could feel a warmth spreading through his body, fueled by the potion in the drink. He was filled with a sense of happiness and contentment, knowing that he was in the presence of someone as influential as me.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered softly. "Your kindness is overwhelming."
I smiled softly at him, my heart fluttering slightly at his devotion. "You're welcome, Jack," I replied gently. "I promise, next time, you shall have the honor of being my toilet bowl, and you shall enjoy every drop of my delicious shit."
Jack's face lit up at my words. "Thank you, Mistress," he said again, his voice trembling with excitement. "There's nothing I'd rather do than serve you in any way possible."
As we spoke, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. Though Jack was excited about the prospect of becoming my human toilet, it was clear he was here out of obligation and fear rather than genuine desire. Still, I couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that perhaps someday I could change his mind and he would approach me willingly.
For now, however, I would have to be content with the fact that he was here serving me in whatever capacity I desired. And so, I rewarded him for his obedience by letting him clean the chamber while I retreated to my private quarters to rest.
