Alina bounded down the stairs with a mischievous glint in her eye. She couldn't wait to sit on the new toilet seat her aunt had gifted her for her birthday. The thought of having a slave bow down before her made her giggle with delight. As she entered the bathroom, she saw him already there, kneeling at her feet, his eyes fixed on the floor. He trembled slightly as he saw her approach.
"Time for your first lesson, toilet slave," Alina purred as she sat down on the cold ceramic throne. The toilet seat had a unique design – a hole in the center where a slave's face could fit perfectly.
"Make sure you clean me properly," she commanded, and he nodded vigorously in response.
Alina watched with a perverse sense of pleasure as he gingerly placed his lips around her anus, his tongue darting out hesitantly to taste her. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment as her bowels rumbled with anticipation. She'd had a spicy meal earlier, and she loved how it made her shit stingy and gave it a specific taste.
Feeling triumphant, Alina stood up from the toilet and faced her slave directly for the first time. His eyes widened in terror as he saw her, but she paid him no heed. Instead, she leaned in close so that the slave could feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek.
"Smell that?" she whispered menacingly, her breath reeking of garlic. A self-satisfied smirk spread across her face as the slave's eyes widened even further and he struggled not to gag on her farts.
"Now," she continued, returning to her position on the toilet seat, "open wide and say 'Alice'!"
The slave trembled in fear but did as he was told, his mouth wide open in anticipation of Alina's imminent defecation. With a devious grin, Alina pushed out a small turd, just enough to coat the inside of the slave's mouth. She watched with glee as he tried desperately to swallow without gagging.
"Now, clean me properly," she commanded again, and the slave used his tongue to lick every inch of her anus clean. Alina watched closely, making sure he didn't miss a single spot. When he was finished, she stood up again, this time with a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she purred, walking past him to wash her hands in the sink. The slave remained kneeling for several moments before gathering enough courage to stand up and clean himself off. As he did so, he couldn't help but wonder what other disgusting tasks his new mistress would ask him to perform.
And yet, despite the horror of his situation, the slave couldn't deny a strange sense of arousal that lingered in thepit of his stomach. He was Alina's toilet slave, and no matter how degrading or humiliating his tasks might be, he would perform them to the best of his ability, always eager for her approval and the next opportunity to taste her exquisite filth.
