In a lavish Chinese palace, the cruel mistress awoke early in the morning with an urge to relieve herself. As was her usual routine, she knew she needed to find a new way to torment one of her slaves before using them as her personal toilet.
The mistress walked slowly through the halls of the palace, her eyes scanning over the cowering slaves that bolted to attention at her approach. She came across a young male slave, trembling in fear as he knelt on the cold marble floor. His eyes were filled with tears, and he quaked at the sight of his mistress.
She approached the slave and inspected him closely. His body was shivering uncontrollably, and he was barely able to meet her gaze. She glared down at him, her eyes full of malice. "You will be my new toilet slave," she declared coldly, her voice echoing through the empty halls.
As if on cue, another slave arrived, this one holding a large bowl and a basin of water. The mistress gestured for the slave to bring the items over, and then she stood before the young man, towering over him menacingly.
The first slave began to explain his duty to the young man. "You will be required to kneel before our mistress every morning," he said, his voice quivering with fear. "She will use you as her toilet, and you must be prepared to accept whatever she sees fit to do with you."
The young man tried to protest, but his words were muffled by the gag that had been stuffed into his mouth. The mistress smiled cruelly at his struggles. "Let's start your training," she said, gesturing for the slave to follow her into another room.
Once they were out of sight, the other slaves huddled together, whispering in fear and disgust. They knew what awaited their friend in the coming hours, and it wasn't something they could even begin to comprehend.
In the room, the mistress positioned the young man on the floor in front of her privy pot. She glared down at him, her face contorted into a twisted smile. "Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice echoing off the walls.
With shaking hands, the young man pulled the gag from his mouth and obeyed. "Good boy," the mistress purred, running her fingers along his chin before grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing his head down towards her chamber pot.
With a sickening slurp, she began to empty the contents of the chamber pot down his throat. The young man gagged and choked, but there was nothing he could do to stop her. He could only pray that this horror would end soon.
As the mistress drained the pot, she gave a satisfied smile. "There, aren't you lucky to be a slave?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Imagine all the wonderful things I can do with you."
With that, she pulled the now-empty chamber pot away and reveled in the young man's trembling form. The training was far from over, but she was pleased with his initial submission. She left the room, satisfied that her new toilet slave was well on his way to becoming a loyal and obedient servant.
