As the slave was led into the bathroom, she could feel the anticipation building up inside her. Her heart was pounding, and she knew what was coming next. The fear of what would happen made her shudder, but she couldn't bring herself to resist.
The scene before her only confirmed her worst nightmares; she was bound and gagged, sitting on a cold tile floor, with a bucket of water beside her. It took her a moment to realize that it was her punishment for not having properly cleaned the master's bathtub yesterday.
Her eyes widened when she saw the leash attached to her collar. The other end was held firmly by the sadistic smile on her captor's face. 'No, please,' she thought as he began to pull her upright.
Despite her best efforts to resist, she was unable to fight back as he forced her mouth open and shoved the handle of a powder brush deep inside. She gagged around the gag as he pushed it further, his other hand holding her face tightly in place.
"Swallow," he commanded, watching as she struggled to oblige. When she hesitated, he gave her a slight shove forward, and she stumbled forward, taking a step towards the tub. She tried to lean back, but the leash held her in place. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps as tears streamed down her face.
With a wicked grin, he pulled the brush out of her mouth and took a step back, enjoying the sight of his slave choking on the handle. The image excited him, and he knew that she had no idea what was coming next.
As the panic built inside her, she felt a sudden rush of warm liquid pour down her throat. It was followed by a gagging sound as she tried to expel the unwanted intruder. She knew it was happening again; her body was being taken over by her worst fear.
She choked and struggled against the bonds that held her, her breathing coming in short bursts. She tried to scream through the gag but couldn't force any sound past the thick wads of fabric. She felt like her world was closing in on her as the turd filled her mouth and throat.
Despite her terror, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. This was the punishment she had been warned about, but she never imagined it would be this humiliating. She couldn't even bring herself to look at her captor, knowing that he was enjoying every minute of her helplessness.
With a sickening crunch, the turd finally passed down her throat, and she collapsed to her knees, exhausted by the experience. She could feel it sitting in her stomach, a constant reminder of her humiliation. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to catch her breath, the taste of excrement and fear lingering on her tongue.
She heard her captor approach, and she closed her eyes, preparing for whatever came next. But all he did was untie the leash and pour more water into the bucket, chuckling darkly as he walked away, leaving her there on the cold floor, shivering and broken.
