lunchtime.
Lady M waited impatiently for her toilet slave to arrive. She had a full day planned, and the scat-filled training session was at the top of her list. When he finally knocked at her door, she welcomed him in with a smile that would send shivers down anyone's spine. She ordered him to his knees and began the humiliation process immediately.
"You pathetic excuse for a human being," she hissed, spitting chewing tobacco juice into his open mouth. "Clean my filthy shoes with your tongue, you disgusting waste of space." She slapped him across the face and removed her shoes, pushing them towards his face.
The toilet slave, who had been dreading this moment all day long, knew better than to resist. He lowered his head and began to lick her dirty boots clean, tasting the remnants of dirt and grime on her feet. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to contain the disgust he felt towards himself for being in this position.
Once her shoes were clean, Lady M produced a large pack of cigarettes and lit one up, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke directly into his face. "Now, be a good little ashtray and catch all my ash for me," she commanded, flicking the ash directly onto his forehead.
The toilet slave couldn't believe how degraded he had become. He caught every piece of ash that fell on him, wondering how much lower he could possibly sink. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, Lady M revealed the next part of her plan.
She handed him a large tray filled with fresh human feces, and then pointed towards another slave kneeling in front of her toilet. "Take this tray of shit over to him, and feed it to him until I say stop," she instructed coldly.
The toilet slave forced himself to his feet and walked over to the other slave, who looked equally terrified. He knelt down beside him and forced the first mouthful of feces past his lips, watching in horror as it disappeared into the other man's throat. He continued feeding him until he was completely covered in excrement, feeling sick to his stomach but unable to stop.
Finally, Lady M seemed to have had enough fun for one day. She ordered the two slaves to stand up and prepare for their next task. As they stood obediently in front of her, she reached down and grabbed their pathetic erections through their pants. "These pathetic excuses for cocks need some real attention," she snarled, slapping them both hard across the face.
She led them over to her bed, where she tied them both up spread-eagle. Then, using a pair of pliers, she began torturing their genitals even further, twisting and pulling on their cocks and balls until they screamed in agony. By the time she was finished, they were both sobbing uncontrollably, their minds filled with nothing but the excruciating pain that still lingered in their damaged bodies.
Lady M stood up, her job done for the day. The two slaves lay in a heap on the floor, barely conscious but still alive - for now. They knew that tomorrow would bring another day of humiliation and pain at the hands of their cruel mistress.
