"How was that, slave?" She calls down, looking right at you and laughing.
You can't speak, exhausted and covered in waste; practically drowning in it, "Help...me..."
"Help you?!" The woman seems taken aback. "I don't really know what else I can do; I practically emptied my bowels on you," she chuckles.
"Get me out of here...please, I beg of you."
"Hm...well that's a good start; tell me, what good would you do me if I 'saved you,' as you say?"
"Oh God, I'd be forever grateful..."
"Shut it! Stop being a pathetic little shit; I haven't agreed to anything yet. First I want to know what you'll do for me if I do this."
You're scared; you don't know what to say. What to bargain with.
"You seem to not understand the question so I'll make it VERY clear. If I pull you out of this outhouse, you'll be serving me; I want to know what you can do. I mean, it's obvious you can hold your shit..." she chuckles, "But what else can you do for me; how would you be useful to me as your Mistress?"
Your eyes go wide with fear; she cracks a smile which she immediately hides. You're not sure if you saw it or imagined it.
"Well, that's pathetic! You've wasted my time!"
"NO! Wait, you call out..." feeling humbled, though worse; totally dominated and lacking control.
"I don't have all day; you will answer me now, no stalling!"
"I can cook! Yeah, I know how to cook a little and I'm a quick learner."
"That's it?" She asks, unimpressed.
"Well I can clean too, that's not too hard for anyone."
"I'm not sure I believe you have the intelligence for it but sure...continue."
You're silent; unsure.
"Tell me how you'll serve me...my body."
"I...uh, I'll eat you out."
"Ha! You think I'm going to let your dirty mouth near my precious rose?!"
You're startled, "I'll do whatever...whatever you want."
"That's the right answer. Wait there!"
She chuckles to herself a little as she exits the outhouse; the harsh afternoon sunlight beats down on you from the now vacant outhouse hole above. You hear footsteps outside the door and then it opens. And, with the flood of Goddess and Mistress excrement, you float out and onto the hard ground; your body is stained a dark brown from living in a cesspool of shit.
"You're disgusting," the woman says to me, looking down upon you. She spits in your face and mashes it in with her booted footed.
"Stop...please!"
"I'm sorry, what was that?!" She snaps, she pulls a black glove from her waist and puts it on. She walks up close and kneels down, meeting you face to face.
"I just asked..."
She cuts you off with a harsh hand on your throat, gently compressing it; painfully. You gurgle and gargle; the shit remnants around you now fill you nostrils, suffocating you.
"You don't ask anything! Do you understand?! I tell you what to do and you obey. Got it?!"
You nod, panicked. She compressed your throat a little more and then releases it; a wide smile forms on her face, sadistic.
"Good. Now I'd listen up; I'm kind enough to know and understand you need a short break after what happened in the outhouse and I'll take this time to explain some things."
You gasp and choke for air, clutching your neck; massaging it.
She looks at you with squinty, angry eyes; "If you must do that, be quiet about it!"
You silence your easings and she seems satisfied.
"Now, first, you will address me as Mistress. Always. Second: I am not your friend. If you need a layman analogy, I am your boss and you are my unquestioning employee who remains with me at all times. You can think of it as an assistant and, in mixed company, I will refer to you as such. Do not mistake this for familiarity or kindness; you serve me, nothing more. If I ask you for more, you will provide it, but this won't be a concern with you."
She looks down at your fully erect penis which barely tents your shorts; it was a few inches at best. Still breathing heavily, she sees your eyes turned saddened. She smiles, affirmatively; practically nodding that you've got it. You look at the floor, embarrassed.
"Hey! I'm not finished. But you've had your break, right? Good. Get up!"
You weakly roll around in slippery sludge, trying to stand but you're slow; your movements are pained.
The Mistress growls and grabs your soiled shirt with her still gloved hand; she plants your feet on the dry ground. You wobble but remain standing.
She starts walking but you don't immediately follow. She turns and grabs you, pushing you onto your first few steps. "March, shitface! You're to follow me; or do I have to put you on a fucking leash?!"
You shake your head no, frightened; you follow closely behind the Mistress.
"Now, where was I? Ah, you're name...I don't...oh wait..."
She stops and turns, rifling through your pockets she grabs your wallet and cell phone; "You won't be needing these any longer."
She pitches your cell phone into the woods; you hear it crack against a tree. Then she pulls your money out of your wallet and pockets it; probably just a few bucks. She takes out your ID and tosses the rest of the wallet in a trash can. "Do you have family at this address?"
You remain silent, defiant. But she grabs your balls.
"You can either tell me or I can stop by for a visit..."
"Ye...yes..."
"Good, that's good." She slowly releases you, enjoying seeing the fear in your eyes as she stares you down. "You know, if you disobey me or try to run away, I will hurt them; do you understand that? At that point, it will be your fault, not mine; whatever happens will be on your head."
You shudder with fear.
She smiles, "But we're not going to get there, are we?"
You shake your head no. And the Mistress continues walking; you follow closely behind.
She pockets you'r license, saying, "I'll hold onto this," she snickers. "Now I know your name and where you live; so it'd be best to listen to me from now on."
You look at her and then nod, defeatedly.
"You will respond to any thing I call you and you will do so promptly and say, 'Yes Mistress?' You can expect to be called toilet most of the time."
You just nod again.
"I'd prefer you speak toilet; tell me your name."
"Jo..."
"Wrong; your name is toilet. Repeat it to me."
"My name is toilet."
"Good, again."
"My name is toilet."
"Good; what's your name?"
"Toilet."
"Excellent, the pathetic toilet can learn something."
You and the Mistress walk together in silence for a moment. You feel something changing in you, something terrible; you're mindset is changing into that of a captive. The mindset of a slave. Maybe you could fix this...
"Why...why are you so cruel?"
"Excuse me?!"
"Why..."
"Shitface, I'd shut up right now if I were you!" She interrupted. "You've made so many mistakes just then that I'd actually like to just smother you to death right here, right now...but I'm going to let this go because I'm going to assume your tiny brain didn't understand the subtext of my words. You probably don't even know what subtext means. And you obviously don't have enough to do so, here, bend over and stick your face in my ass. I want you to walk like this with me and if I feel you out of my ass for more than a second, I'll drag you right back out to that outhouse."
Your body looked like a right angle, your feet on the ground walking but your body, at the waist, bent over with my face pressed in jeaned ass. The smell is toxic; not unlike the loads that poured out on you at the outhouse.
"Now, listen toilet; first of all, never speak to me unless spoken to. Second, don't ever question me. And third I will forget because your question was so mind numbingly stupid that I don't think I'll be able to control my rage if I think about it. You will not be allowed to make this mistake again; enjoy your leniency in my ass."
You keep your face pressed up in her buttcrack but the smell is so potent and rank; you heave and whine.
"Is my asscrack stinky toilet?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. As it should be toilet, I ate a few stalks of broccoli, ooo some old cabbage stew, and probably a half dozen or so eggs this morning in an omelet."
You whimper, almost crying.
"Oh, I know; but you've got to get used to it," she said, cruelly.
She stops abruptly; then she lifts her leg a little, a euphoric expression on her face as she passes a nine second fart in your face and holds your head there to endure it all.
"Breathe it, don't let it go to waste slave."
You flare your nostrils and immediately cough at the noxious gas point blank in your face and continually stream; burning and stink-filled.
Finally, after likely a full minute of clutching the back of your head; she releases you.
She sighs, "You have a long way to go toilet. But luckily, we can begin now; we're here."
You retreat your head and take sweet, passionate breaths of fresh air as you catch up to the Mistress before she noticed or said anything.
"I wouldn't get to used to that toilet..."
She trailed off as she opened the door to her rather posh home; large, spacious.
"Ugh, toilet; you've exhausted me today...we might just go to bed..."
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