As I sat on the edge of the bathtub, my heart racing, I glanced nervously at Mistress Anna's formidable presence. She'd always been intimidating, with her perfectly coifed blonde hair and sky-high heels. But today, dressed in a sleek black corset and tight-fitting latex pants, she seemed even more menacing.
"Please let me go," I begged, my voice shaking. "I've done everything you wanted without giving you a hard time. I'm sorry for hurting you but I can't take this anymore. Please let me go."
She folded her arms across her chest, a sneer curling her lips. "You really are pathetic, you know that?" She paused, her eyes boring into mine. "Just when I was thinking how good of a slave you were becoming; you're not going anywhere. You're becoming a good little toilet, and I've decided to keep you."
My stomach turned at her words. I didn't want to be a toilet slave anymore. I'd done my best to please her, but she seemed to enjoy controlling and humiliating me too much. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew there was no point arguing.
"When I think you have earned luxuries, only then will you receive them at my sole discretion," she continued, her tone icy. "You are a toilet slave, and you will be used for that sole purpose. You no longer have any other reason to live. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you will be happy with your new way of life."
I felt like I was about to burst into tears. But I knew I couldn't show any weakness in front of her. So, with a trembling heart, I nodded. "I understand, Mistress," I said. "You're right. I am just a toilet slave, and my only purpose is to serve you."
Her eyes softened slightly at my obedience, and she smiled. "That's my good little toilet," she purred. "Now go and do your duty."
I stood up shakily, my heart pounding in my chest. My humiliation was all too real as I walked slowly towards the toilet, feeling her eyes boring into my back. But there was no way out. Mistress Anna owned me, body and soul.
