It was another day in the bustling city of Berlin, and Mistress Michelle's toilet slave was hard at work in their lavish penthouse apartment. His latest task: to cut out the 'shit biscuits' from a fresh deposit left behind by his mistress. The room smelled of lavender and excrement as he carefully maneuvered around the remains of his previous cleaning efforts.
Michelle watched over her submissive from her plush throne, one leg crossed over the other. She relished in the power she held over this pathetic creature, forcing him to perform such degrading tasks. She couldn't help but crack a smile as he struggled to procure each biscuit from the pile of fecal matter before him.
Once all of the biscuits were extracted, the toilet slave was instructed to clean up the mess left behind. Using a small brush and some water, he scrubbed away until the bowl shone once more. His nose wrinkled at the smell, but he forced himself to continue with his duties.
Finally, it was time for him to consume his handiwork. Onto his outstretched tongue, the former load of feces now resembled delicate biscuits, each one covered in a thin layer of spit from his mistress. He closed his eyes and began eating, wincing at first but eventually swallowing down his disgust.
Mistress Michelle watched with amusement, occasionally spitting more saliva onto a biscuit to make it easier for her lackey to consume. She took great pride in pushing her subjects to their limits, making them question their own sanity as they partook in these sickening acts.
As the session drew to a close, Michelle felt a twinge of disappointment. She would have to search for a new slave soon; this one wasn't living up to her expectations. But for now, she would bask in the satisfying knowledge that another day had passed where she had power over even the most filthy of tasks.
