Lady Cathy, a commanding and curvaceous woman, entered the lavish bathroom with a smirk on her lips. She wore nothing but a silk robe, revealing her ample bosom and plump ass. Behind her followed a nervous, young man who trembled slightly at the sight of his new mistress. She had just acquired him at an auction and she planned on making him her personal toilet bitch.
With a flick of her wrist, Lady Cathy commanded the young man to kneel before her. He did as he was told, knees shaking as he lowered himself to the cold marble floor. She reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking him closer to her. She leaned down, her piercing blue eyes boring into his.
"Let me introduce you to your new duties, toilet bitch," she purred, her hot breath tickling his ear. "From now on, this toilet is your master. You will clean it with your tongue every single day. Every dirty spot, every stain, will be expertly licked away by your pathetic, worthless servile tongue."
She stood up straight and motioned for him to follow her into the main bathroom. Inside was a large, luxurious toilet with a high seat and a marble backsplash. Lady Cathy led him over to the toilet and made him kneel down again.
"Now, show me what you've got," she commanded, grabbing his head and pushing it down onto the cold toilet seat. She held his head there, digging her shapely nails into his scalp, forcing his tongue out between his lips.
"That's it, toilet bitch," she hissed, her breath warm on his exposed tongue. "Now show me you're worthy of using it. Use that tongue of yours to clean this toilet like never before."
The young man hesitated for a moment before lowering his tongue to the cool surface of the seat. He ran his tongue over the smooth surface, tracing every curve and contour. He could feel his mistress's presence looming over him, her gaze boring into him from above.
With a sudden jerk, Lady Cathy grabbed his hair again and pulled his face down hard onto the toilet seat. She gripped his head tightly as he stretched his tongue out, pressing it against the porcelain, scrubbing away at the invisible dirt and grime.
"That's it," she purred, her nails digging into his scalp. "Now show me you're good enough to earn a reward."
Without warning, she slammed his head down into the toilet bowl, pushing his tongue deep into the drain. He felt a rush of water against his face as she activated the toilet's jet, sending a powerful stream of water directly into his mouth.
He coughed and spluttered, trying to get away from the water, but Lady Cathy held him in place, her grip unrelenting. She laughed cruelly as he struggled, enjoying every moment of his humiliation.
Finally, she pulled his head up and released her grip on his hair. The young man lay on the cold bathroom floor, panting heavily, his face flushed with shame and embarrassment.
"That," said Lady Cathy in a cold, hard voice, "was your reward for a job well done."
With a final smirk, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving the broken man to clean up the mess he had made.
As the door slammed shut behind her, the young man could only wonder what horrifying new task she had in store for him tomorrow.
