Princess Jenny's long legs shifted uncomfortably as she gazed down at her servant, who was kneeling before her. The poor man's eyes were brimming with fear and anticipation as he stared up at his mistress, his heart racing. He knew what she asked of him and dreaded the thought of fulfilling her request.
She smiled cruelly, her red lips curling into a devilish grin that made his skin crawl. "You know what your task is for today, don't you? You will clean the toilet properly. And I do mean properly," she stressed, her tone laden with venom. "I want you to use your tongue to clean every inch of that filthy bowl."
Princess Jenny stepped back, gesturing grandly to the porcelain throne before her. The servant's gaze followed hers, and he gulped audibly as he took in the mess. There were drops of urine on the side of the bowl; he could only imagine whose they might belong to.
"Lick it clean," his mistress ordered, her voice like acid on his ears. "Every single drop, every last smear. Don't forget the rim, and don't neglect those little nooks and crannies that hold the dirtiest parts."
The man trembled, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his shame. He wanted nothing more than to crawl away and hide from this demeaning task. But he knew better than to disobey Princess Jenny. She ruled with an iron fist, and anyone who crossed her faced dire consequences.
Slowly, with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, the servant approached the toilet. He grabbed a nearby cloth and knelt before the bowl, taking a deep breath to steady his nerves. The taste of the first drops of urine was foul on his tongue, but he forced himself to swallow. He had no choice.
With meticulous care, he used the cloth to clean the toilet, scrubbing at every inch until it was spotless. When he was satisfied that it was as clean as he could make it, he hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and placing his lips on the rim of the bowl.
He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the taste of his mistress's urine. It was worse than he had imagined, but he forced himself to keep going. He used his tongue to scour the inside of the bowl, licking every last drop of the foul liquid until it was gone.
Finally, with a deep sigh of relief, he stepped back from the toilet. Princess Jenny regarded him coldly for a moment before speaking. "That will be all for now," she said, her tone making it clear that she was far from pleased.
The servant bowed his head in submission, knowing that he had failed his mistress in some way. He wasn't sure what else he could do to please her, but he vowed to try harder next time. After all, he was just the toiletslave—and there wasn't much else that he was good for.
