Princess Jenny, also known as the "toilet bitch," stood before a group of men in a crowded men's restroom, holding an empty bucket and a disgruntled smirk. She looked around at the urinals and picked one out, lifting her chin in defiance. "Look where were - at the men's restroom," she announced, her voice dripping with disdain. "And look over there - look at the urinal real men use to piss into - with their big dicks - not little dicks like your one! And you know what's coming now..."
The group of men shifted uncomfortably as they realized they were in for a treat of humiliation. Princess Jenny's reputation preceded her; she loved nothing more than degrading lowly peasants like them who couldn't even take care of their own business. "You'll lick the urinal clean so the real men get a nice clean toilet again," she continued, her voice dripping with contempt. "Now you see what kind of losers you are and how insignificant you are."
One of the men stepped forward, his legs shaking with fear but unable to move any further. Princess Jenny turned to him and purred, her eyes filled with sadistic glee. "You like being a toilet bitch, don't you?" she asked, running her finger along the rim of the urinal. "I thought so."
She handed him the empty bucket and watched as he nervously took it, wondering what kind of person would do such a demeaning task. "I'll enjoy a cigarette while you're licking," she said casually, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. "I like to make my little toilet boys work for their treats."
The trembling man lowered his head into the urinal, his heart racing as he tried to will himself to complete this task. The smell was overwhelming, but he knew better than to disobey Princess Jenny. Slowly, hesitantly at first, he began licking the rim and sides of the urinal. Princess Jenny cracked her knuckles and sighed, clearly growing impatient.
"What's wrong?" she snarled, sauntering over to him. "Is it too hard to take care of your own toilet? Don't you know how to serve your queen?" She slapped him hard across the face, sending shockwaves of pain through him. Tears slid down his cheeks, but he continued licking nonetheless.
As he worked, the other men in the restroom began to look on with disgust and fascination, drawn in by Princess Jenny's cruelly entertaining performance. Some even pulled out their phones to record it, eager to share the humiliation with others online. The licking man could feel their eyes on him, the warmth of their scorn burning into his skin.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the licking man finished. Princess Jenny clapped, the sound echoing in the restroom. "Good boy! You get a treat now," she said mockingly, reaching into her purse and producing a small piece of candy. "Here you go, my sweet little toilet bitch."
She dropped the candy into the urinal, letting it sit for a moment before swirling it around with her finger. Then, with a sneer, she flushed the urinal and watched as the water rushed down, carrying the candy and his disgusting masterpiece away. The men in the restroom erupted into laughter, some congratulating the licking man for his cleaning abilities, while others continued to gawk at Princess Jenny in a mixture of fear and revulsion.
As the laughter died down, Princess Jenny sauntered out of the restroom, leaving the men to clean up their own messes. She had no doubt that another would step forward soon enough; she seemed to have an endless supply of victims waiting in the wings. She took one last drag of her cigarette, savoring the taste of power as she exhaled a plume of smoke into the air. "After all," she thought smugly, "someone has to keep the toilets clean for the real men."
