Once upon a time, in the lavish chambers of a powerful and dominating mistress named RosellaExtrem, there lived several slaves whose sole purpose was to serve their master's every whim and desire. One such slave was especially fond of hot beverages, particularly cocoa. One day, as he was attending to his mistress' needs, he couldn't help but politely ask if he could be granted the pleasure of drinking a cup of cocoa.
RosellaExtrem, ever keen on punishing her slaves when they dared to express preferences of their own, raised an eyebrow at the slave's request. "Do you think you deserve such a treat?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, drinking cocoa is a privilege reserved for those who are worthy."
The slave nervously shifted his weight from one foot to another, unsure of how to respond. "Well, I suppose if it's your will, mistress..." he trailed off uncertainly.
"It is my will," she hissed, her anger slowly boiling over. "And since you dared to ask for something beyond your station, you will be punished accordingly."
Over the course of the next few hours, the slave witnessed things that he would never have dreamed possible. His mistress decked herself out in an elaborate array of gowns and headdresses, each more spectacular than the last. Then, she instructed him to prepare a large tub of warm water mixed with human waste, distasteful as it was for him to perform such a task.
When the tub was finally filled to her satisfaction, RosellaExtrem climbed into it, her arms spreading wide like a queen on her throne. "Now then, slave," she purred, "get in there with me. We have some cleaning to do."
Reluctantly, the slave obeyed his mistress' command, sinking slowly into the fetid water. He could feel her body pressing against his, their movements synchronized as he helped her scrub away any dirt or impurities lingering on her skin.
As the task continued, exhaustion began to set in for both of them. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, RosellaExtrem climbed out of the tub and ordered the slave to his knees. "Now," she said with a cruel grin, "it's time for you to pay the price for your insolence."
She positioned herself directly in front of him, lowering herself onto his face until he could feel the warmth of her body against his cheeks. Then, with a wicked smile, she began to urinate directly into his open mouth. The liquid was hot, unpleasant, and laced with traces of her wastes—but the slave had no choice but to obediently swallow each and every drop.
"Now that you've tasted what it's like to clean something as filthy as yourself," RosellaExtrem laughed, climbing unsteadily off of his back, "you'll think twice before asking for cocoa again, won't you?"
The slave could only nod his head in submission, his eyes brimming with tears and his throat burning from the humiliation he'd just endured. As he crawled away to find a towel to clean himself up, he knew that he would never forget this day—and that he had learned his lesson the hard way.
