Alexa had always been strict with her domestic slave, James. The old man had worked for her family for years, but since she inherited the house and became the mistress, she made it clear that he was there to serve her every whim. She was excited when she found out that he had been sneaking into her room, sniffing her used panties. It was a sign of how much he craved her attention, even if it wasn't the right kind.
She dragged him into the living room, where she tied his hands securely behind his back. Leaving him there for hours, unable to move, was her way of showing him just how much power she held over him. When she returned home from school, James was still in the same position, not daring to move an inch. "Good boy," she cooed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I think it's time for your punishment."
Alexa whipped his bare skin, hard enough to leave red welts rising on his back. She slapped him across the face, the sound echoing through the room. Kicking him on the floor was just a mere pleasure for her, as she enjoyed watching the helpless man squirm in pain. "You've been very naughty," she said, her voice cold and distant.
She opened her skirt, revealing a black lace thong that barely covered her modesty. With a smile, she unleashed a torrent of piss, aiming directly into James' open mouth. He choked on the sudden stream, his face contorting in disgust at the taste of his Mistress's warm urine. "Drink it all up," Alexa commanded, her tone demanding obedience.
"And now, for your main course." Alexa stepped away from him, her body shifting as she exhaled loudly. A fart escaped her toned ass, filling the room with its putrid stench. Her shit was fresh from breakfast, heavy from her morning meal of fruits and vegetables. She squatted down over his face, her thick, juicy turd slipping from her asshole and landing squarely on James's tongue. "Swallow it," she demanded, her foot bouncing impatiently.
James struggled against his bonds, but it was futile. He knew better than to disobey his Mistress when she was in this kind of mood. Slowly, forcing himself to do it, he chewed the unwanted treat, his face scrunching up in disgust. The taste was nothing like what he expected; it was bitter and salty, with hints of vegetables that clung to his tongue long after swallowing.
"Mmm, you like it?" Alexa asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She stepped away, crunching on an apple as she watched James struggle against the knot that held him to the floor. It was clear he had learned his lesson today, but she wouldn't let him go until he'd paid his dues. She continued to tease him, her feet dirty with dried urine and shit left behind from previous encounters.
As the afternoon sun began to set, Alexa decided to call it a day. She untied James' hands, allowing him to collapse on the spot. "You're lucky," she said, her tone softening for the first time that day. "I could have made things much worse for you." She left him there, huddled on the floor, as she went to take a shower.
James didn't move for a long time after that. He lay there, his body aching from the punishment she had bestowed upon him. He wasn't sure when he'd get another chance to serve her--or if she'd ever give him another opportunity--but he knew that he would be there, waiting for her every command. He was her toilet slave, after all. And in her world, he had to obey and bow down to her wishes, no matter how degrading they might be.
