Tifany was getting ready to go to a party at her friend's place. She had spent hours trying out different outfits, matching them with different shoes and accessories until she finally settled on a stunning little black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Her makeup was flawless; she had contoured her cheekbones to perfection and accentuated her eyes with thick layers of mascara and eyeliner.
As she was busy checking herself out in the mirror, she heard a soft knock on her door. She turned around to see her friend Emily standing there, looking absolutely gorgeous herself. "Hey!" Tifany exclaimed, running over to give her a hug.
"Wow, you look amazing!" Emily gushed, eyeing her up and down. "I can't believe how lucky I am to have such a stunning friend like you."
"Aww, thank you!" Tifany blushed, pleased by the compliment. "You don't look too shabby yourself, Em."
The two girls spent the next few minutes catching up on each other's lives, giggling over old memories and making plans for their upcoming night out. They were just about to head out when Emily remembered something important. "Oh my god, I almost forgot!" She exclaimed, grabbing Tifany's hand and pulling her into the bathroom.
Inside, Tifany noticed a small figure huddled in the corner of the room. It was their slave, locked into the human toilet bowl again. Emily rolled her eyes and walked over to him, turning on the faucet and flushing the toilet a few times to make sure he was clean. She then grabbed a pair of latex gloves from her bag, pulled them on, and sat down on the toilet, letting out a small sigh of relief.
"So, are we just going to ignore him?" Tifany asked, pointing at their slave. Emily shook her head. "No, we're not. We'll give him something to do while we're gone." She turned to the slave with a sly grin on her face. "You know what to do, don't you?"
The slave nodded nervously, his eyes darting between the two girls. Emily reached into her bag again and pulled out a jar filled with what looked like chocolate fudge. "I made some cookies for the party," she explained, holding the jar in front of the slave's face. "Why don't you eat one of these before we leave?"
Tifany laughed. "Yeah, that's a good idea. Make sure he gets all nice and sticky for us, won't you?"
The slave nodded, his face pale with fear. Emily placed the jar on top of the toilet tank, then leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Remember, you're locked in here for our pleasure. If you don't want to be punished, you'll make sure these cookies disappear before we get back." She winked at him and stood up, heading for the door.
Tifany watched as Emily pulled it shut behind them, leaving the slave alone with his thoughts... and their cookie jar. She couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement bubbling up inside her. Maybe they wouldn't even notice he was there, she thought. Maybe they'd just use the toilet and go about their night without giving him a second thought.
But that was the thrill of it all, wasn't it? The anticipation of what might happen, the thought of their slave being used in ways he never imagined. As she walked down the stairs, arm in arm with Emily, discussing everything from music to fashion to boys, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of mess they'd find waiting for them when they got home.
