Princess Jenny - Toiletslave - you will clean that up now

Princess Jenny looked down at her new toilet slave with a disgusted look on her face. The pathetic loser kneeled before her, attempting to meet her eyes, but she strategically avoided his gaze. His serve had been puny and ineffective, failing to excite or satisfy her in any way. She sighed, shaking her head in disgust. "You know about your task for now, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The toilet slave nodded weakly, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. She knew that he was terrified of what she might make him do, but she also knew that he was aroused by the thought of it. That's what made him so pathetic - he was addicted to his own filth. "I want you to clean up the toilet properly," she ordered, her tone cold and emotionless. "Of course, you will have to use your tongue for this and lick the parts that I show to you." She leaned down, her face only inches away from his, and pointed to a spot on the rim of the toilet. "Eww, look at those borders - there are drops of urine! Wonder who might've already used it today." The toilet slave could feel his heart racing as he stared at the spot she had indicated. He knew what was coming next, and he hated himself for it. He would do anything to please her, even if it meant degrading himself like this. "You will lick everything clean," Princess Jenny continued, her voice slightly softer now. "And before you ask yourself why I want you to do this - you're not useful for anything else. You're just the toilet slave!" With that, she stepped back, giving him space to move. The toilet slave hesitated for a moment before reaching forward and placing his lips on the cold, sticky surface. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the world around him as he concentrated on pleasing his mistress. His tongue darted out, lapping up the salty liquid and the remnants of her waste. He could feel the disgust burning in his stomach, but he pushed it aside, focusing on her command. His tongue traced every curve and crevice of the toilet, cleaning each one meticulously. Princess Jenny watched him, a cruel smile playing on her lips. He was pathetic, she thought, but he was hers - her willing toilet slave.