Princess Jenny - Toiletslave - you will clean that up now (SD Version)

Princess Jenny stood at the entrance of her opulent bathroom, her royal gown flowing behind her. She watched as you knelt before her, your face filled with fear and trembling. You had always known of Jenny's unusual preferences, but never did you think you would be called upon to serve her in such a humiliating way.

The scent of Jenny's perfume hung in the air, making it hard for you to focus on her words. "You know about your task for now, don't you?" she purred, her voice dripping with disdain. "I want you to clean up the toilet properly." Your heart raced as you nodded obediently, unable to speak.

Jenny stepped forward, her pointy high heels clicking on the marble floor. She placed one hand on her slender hips and leaned against the gold-plated toilet, a sultry smile curling her cherry-red lips. "Of course," she continued, "you will have to use your tongue for this and lick the parts that I show to you." You shuddered involuntarily at the thought of what was to come.

Jenny pointed at the dark rings around the toilet bowl where urine had overflowed. "Eww," she mocked, "look at these borders - there are drops of urine! Wonder who might have already used it today... but that doesn't matter now, because you are going to clean it up." She paused, her eyes flashing with amusement. "And by clean, I mean you will lick everything clean!"

You felt a wave of nausea wash over you as you realized what was being asked of you. Nevertheless, you forced yourself to nod in agreement, determined not to disappoint your mistress. Jenny stepped back, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Now then, let's get started," she purred, pushing you towards the toilet.

You took a deep breath and knelt before the toilet bowl, your nose just inches away from the sticky, disgusting mess. You closed your eyes, trying to block out the smell and focus on Jenny's instructions. "Start with the walls," she commanded, her voice cutting through your mind like a scythe. "Lick every inch of the surface." Ashamed and terrified, you reached for the toilet brush and began to clean the walls, your tongue sliding over the cold porcelain.

As you worked, you could feel Jenny's gaze boring into your back, assessing your performance. Your heartbeat quickened, and you forced yourself to go faster, to clean every last bit of the toilet bowl. The taste of disinfectant filled your mouth, making you gag, but you kept going, driven by the need to please your mistress.

Finally, you were done. You stepped back, your knees shaking, awaiting Jenny's approval. She walked around the toilet, inspecting your work with a critical eye. "Not bad," she muttered, "although I should expect better from my toiletslave." She paused, tapping her perfectly manicured nails against the porcelain. "Remember," she hissed, "you are nothing but my toiletslave. Useless for anything else."

With that, Jenny turned away, leaving you kneeling on the cold floor, your body trembling with shame and arousal. You couldn't believe what you had just done; you had never imagined yourself as someone's toiletslave. But there was no going back now. Jenny would keep asking more of you, torturing you with her sick desires. All you could do was serve her, and pray for her satisfaction.