Princess Jenny had never felt more powerful than she did right now. Standing in front of her maid, who had once been a respected member of the royal household, but was now nothing more than a humiliated toiletslave, she could not help but bask in the glory of her newfound status.
The maid, whose name was Amber, had always been faultless in her duties. She had run errands for the princess, cleaned her chambers, and even assisted her in selecting her gowns for balls and state dinners. But after a series of unfortunate events that were entirely the princess's doing, Amber now found herself in this degrading position.
"You know your task for now, don't you?" Princess Jenny asked coldly, her voice echoing through the spacious bathroom. "I want you to clean up that toilet properly." She emphasized the last word with a dismissive wave of her hand, as if it were something beneath even her to explain further.
Amber swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry despite the puddle of her own urine that splashed on the cold tiles under her feet. "Y-yes, Your Highness," she stammered, bowing her head in submission.
"Good," the princess replied, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Now, I want you to clean up everything properly. With your tongue."
Amber's heart sank even further into her stomach as she watched Princess Jenny lean forward, her lips parting suggestively. The princess reached out and grabbed the hem of Amber's filthy uniform, bunching it up around her waist for easy access.
"Eww," Princess Jenny said, frowning down at the toilet seat. "Look at these borders. There are drops of urine. Wonder who might've already used it today." She smiled cruelly. "You will lick everything clean, and before you ask yourself why I want you to do this—you're not useful for anything else. You're just the toiletslave."
Amber felt hot tears welling up in her eyes, but she forced them back. She knew there would be no mercy from the princess if she showed any sign of weakness. Slowly, tentatively, she lowered her face towards the toilet seat, taking in the foul stench of urine and disinfectant.
Princess Jenny watched, amused by the trembling of Amber's shoulders. "Don't make me ask you again," she said. "I can find someone else to clean up my messes."
With a sickening sensation, Amber opened her mouth wide and began to lap at the toilet rim. She could feel the princess's eyes boring into her back as she worked; every time her tongue made contact with the warm, filthy porcelain, she flinched involuntarily.
But there was no escaping this humiliation—not until Princess Jenny decided she was finished with her. And even then, Amber knew she would only find new and even more degrading tasks to perform.
For now, though, all she could do was clean the toilet as thoroughly as possible. With each swipe of her tongue, she imagined she was scrubbing away at the decay of her own soul, trying to wash away the stench of her new existence as a lowly toiletslave.
