"YOU WILL TRAIN YOURSELF TO BE A TOILET SLAVE," she spat, her eyes blazing with fury. Her husband, Thomas, cowered before her, his eyes downcast. They had been married for six years now, and it seemed that every year their relationship had grown more strained. He'd thought things would change once they had kids, but instead of bringing them together, it only seemed to drive them further apart.
Their arguments were constant; she always felt like he didn't care enough about the house or their family while he felt like she was bossing him around all the time. But today was different. Today, she had found the perfect way to make him see just how important it was to keep their home clean.
She had told him countless times to take out the trash, but he always seemed to forget or simply ignore her requests. That was going to change. One way or another, he was going to learn his lesson.
She stalked over to the bedroom, anger simmering just beneath the surface. Her husband trailed behind her, sensing that something was wrong but unsure of what he had done. She paused in front of their closet and grabbed something she knew would make him squirm—a roll of duct tape.
"Get naked," she hissed. "And lie down on the floor." Her voice was cold and emotionless, filling him with dread as he did as she commanded. Once he was naked and flat on his back, she squatted down over him, her weight pressing him into the cold hardwood floor.
She looked into his eyes, and he saw something there that he had never seen before—a twisted sense of satisfaction mixed with cruelty. "Did you really think you could get away with staying dirty and lazy forever?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, guess what? You're about to learn a lesson you'll never forget."
Without another word, she reached down between her legs and slowly pulled out a turd, still warm from her bowels. It smelled foul and disgusting, and he could feel himself gagging as she held it right in front of his face. Then she used her other hand to push his head forward, forcing him to open his mouth wide.
"Say 'thank you,'" she snarled, and he could feel the warm, mushy poop sliding down his throat. He choked and gagged on it, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to breathe. But she didn't let up. She kept feeding him her filth until there was no more left to give.
Finally, she stood up, wiping her hands on her thighs. "Now you are a toilet slave," she said, a demented smile spreading across her face. She let out a cruel laugh as she walked away, leaving him there, covered in her feces and wracked with sobs.
It would take him days—maybe even weeks—to recover from this. But even then, he knew she would be back. For now, he had a long, painful road ahead of him as he learned his place in their twisted little world. And somehow, he had to find the will to survive.
