As Le Dis, a sadistic Chinese mistress, awoke from a sumptuous feast the previous night, her mind immediately turned to pitiable things - her slave. A filthy, despicable creature in her eyes, the mere sight of him brought delight to her dark heart.
Her morning routine began with a trip to the lavatory, where she relieved herself with great gusto. As she stood up, her eyes fell upon the foul smell emanating from the chamber pot; it was filled to the brim with her steaming feces. An idea formed in her twisted mind.
LeDis strutted over to her hapless slave who lay curled up on the floor, his eyes half-closed while he slept fitfully. He was dirty, sweaty, and completely at her mercy. With a malevolent smile, Le Dis woke him up with a sharp kick to his ribs.
"Wakey, wakey!" she hissed in his ear, "It's time for your morning ablutions."
The slave trembled in fear, his brain still clouded with sleep. He knew what was coming and it filled him with dread.
Le Dis grabbed him by his filthy hair and dragged him over to the chamber pot. She held his head down forcefully as she dunked it inside, letting the warm feces ooze into his mouth. She chuckled wickedly as he gagged and spluttered, trying desperately to escape the disgusting taste and the stench.
She continued to force his face into the pile of shit, smearing it all over his face and body. His once clean robes were now stained and smeared with feces, making him look even more pitiful in her eyes. With a cold, cruel smile, she pushed him down onto his knees and commanded him to lick himself clean.
As he struggled to obey, Le Dis watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. This was the life she lived - one of control, dominance, and utter cruelty. She had no empathy for her slave or anyone else who crossed her path. They existed only to serve her twisted desires.
In time, the slave managed to clean himself as best he could. His dignity shattered, he awaited her next command with fear in his heart. And she knew it. Smiling maliciously, Le Dis dismissed him, knowing that he would likely spend the rest of the day looking for ways to wash away the filth she had imposed upon him.
With a triumphant laugh, she ascended the stairs to begin her day, leaving her slave groveling in the filth below. His only comfort was knowing that he had managed to survive yet another day in the service of his cruel mistress, Le Dis.
