As the morning sun began to peek through the curtains of Alina's room, she rolled off her bed with a soft groan. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was already past 7 am; she needed to hurry if she wanted to be ready on time for her new job as a personal toilet slave.
Alina threw on a plain white dress, not wanting to draw attention to her body. She quickly brushed her hair and tied it into a ponytail, before grabbing her small handbag and hurrying out the door.
The sun shone brightly overhead as she made her way towards the lavish mansion where her new employer lived. Butterflies flooded her stomach with anxiety and excitement as she stepped onto the marble walkway leading up to the grand entrance.
After ringing the doorbell, it didn't take long for a tall, dark-haired man to open the door. He introduced himself as Mr. Wilson and bid her to enter. His voice was deep and commanding, sending shivers down Alina's spine.
Inside, the mansion was opulent, filled with expensive art and furniture. Mr. Wilson led her down a long corridor until they reached a set of wooden doors at the very end. He opened one of the doors, revealing a spacious, elegantly-decorated bathroom. In the center of it all was a golden throne - a toilet seat attached to a pedestal.
"This," he said, gesturing towards the throne, "is where you will serve your purpose." Alina's heart raced as she approached the throne, wondering what exactly she had gotten herself into.
For the next few hours, Alina sat there silently, contemplating the strange turn of events that had brought her to this point. She tried not to think about the fact that whoever sat on that throne would have full access to her mouth, and potentially, her entire body.
Finally, around noon, there was a knock on the door. The slave who had been taking care of her since she arrived rushed in, looking both eager and nervous. "The Master has arrived," he said, his voice quivering slightly. Alina's heart raced as she braced herself for what was to come.
Moments later, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing a tall, handsome man, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He stepped up onto the golden throne and positioned himself in front of Alina's face. Without any further instruction, she opened her mouth wide, preparing to receive his offering.
As he released his bowels into her mouth, an overwhelming wave of disgust and humiliation washed over her. But she forced herself to swallow every drop, determined not to displease her new Master. For what felt like an eternity, he continued to empty his bowels into her gaping mouth.
Once he was finished, he climbed down from the throne and turned to leave the bathroom, muttering something about lunch. Alina stayed where she was, her mouth full of her new Master's filth. Tears streamed down her face as the reality of her situation set in. But there was nothing she could do now but endure and await her next task.
