As your landlord, Stooly Julie couldn't believe her ears. You, her tenant, were late on rent. Again. She recalled the rules she had clearly explained to you when she signed the lease. Paying rent on time was non-negotiable.
Julie arrived at your apartment, her tone stern yet softened by disappointment. "I really have to come to your place because you haven't paid your rent? I had plans for that money!" She looked at you, her piercing gaze demanding an explanation. "Do you really think you can get away with not paying me what you owe me? Well, surprise—that's not happening. Because you've messed with my income, you deserve punishment."
Her words hung in the air as she marched towards the bathroom. She filled up the sink with a load of brown, chocolate logs, keeping a stern expression on her face. Returning to you, she handed over a pair of rubber gloves, her gaze unyielding. "Since you're not paying me the money I'm owed, you have to eat my shit," she said, her voice cool.
With nothing left to do, you slipped on the gloves and approached the sink. Glancing at the pile of logs, your stomach lurched, but you knew better than to argue against your landlord's punishment. You started eating, forcing yourself to be obedient despite the disgusting taste.
Once you've finished the first round of logs, Julie approached with a cup filled to the brim with her golden piss. You've always been curious about tasting it, but never really had the opportunity. Now, you were being forced to wash down the shit you've just consumed with her pee.
As you chug the cup of piss, it finally hits you—she's not joking around. This is real punishment for your neglect of your responsibilities. With a tissue pressed into your mouth, the taste of her piss lingered on your tongue.
Julie sighed, her anger subsiding into disappointment. "I can't believe I really had to come over and do this to you," she said, her voice heavy with regret. "But now you know I really mean business. Don't fuck with my money! Do it again and there's even worse, stinkier punishment coming your way."
You nodded solemnly, understanding that this was a serious matter. You never wanted to cross paths with her wrath again. With a final glare, she stormed out of your apartment, leaving you there to contemplate your wrongdoings. The experience was humiliating, but it served as a reminder to never take your responsibilities lightly again.
