In the mysterious land of China, there lived a cruel mistress named MS Sphacelotheca. She owned an extravagant palace with hundreds of slaves at her beck and call. However, she wasn't satisfied with their obedience levels and decided to train them in unique ways that would make her the ruler of all.
Every morning, Sphacelotheca would wake up early and head straight for the bathroom. Once she was finished with her business, she would emerge from her lavish chamber, looking for new thrills to indulge in. Her eyes landed on a group of slaves who had been lying on the ground all night, waiting for their mistress' command.
With a malicious grin spreading across her face, she approached the terrified group. Without any warning, she pulled down her pants and revealed her bare backside. The odor from the previous day's feces wafted through the air, making the slaves gag.
"Today, my dear slaves, we begin your toilet training," she announced coldly. The slaves trembled in fear, unsure of what was to come. But they knew one thing for sure—they were at the mercy of their cruel mistress.
Sphacelotheca pointed her finger at Ya shit, a young slave with big eyes and trembling lips. "You," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You will be the first one to taste my feces."
Ya shit whimpered as his mistress approached him. She knelt down in front of him and forced his head towards her backside. "Open your mouth wide," she commanded.
Tears streamed down Ya shit's face as he did as he was told. He could feel the warmth of his mistress' filth against his lips. "P-please," he begged. "I'll do anything you want, just don't make me do this."
But Sphacelotheca wasn't in the mood for negotiations. She grabbed a handful of Ya shit's hair and pushed his face deeper into her rear. With a sickening slurp, she felt his tongue touch her anus. She pulled it out slowly, revealing a trail of her feces on his lips.
"Now, lick every last bit off," she ordered, her voice now laced with disgust. Ya shit did as he was told, his face buried in his mistress' filth. As he licked, the other slaves watched in horror, some of them even vomiting at the sight.
The training continued for hours. Sphacelotheca took turns forcing each slave to taste her excrement, while the others watched in terror. She laughed maniacally as she saw the look of utter despair on their faces.
By the end of the day, all the slaves were covered in a thick layer of feces. They were exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But they knew that tomorrow would bring another round of training, and they couldn't help but tremble at the thought.
As night fell, Sphacelotheca retired to her chambers, smiling evilly to herself. She knew that these slaves were hers forever, and she would make sure they learned their place—no matter how much pain or humiliation it took.
