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

Princess Jenny gazed down at her toilet, taking in the small droplets of urine that had dried along the rim. With a disgusted sneer, she tapped her foot impatiently as her eyes fell upon Toiletslave, trembling before her. Smirking, she knew exactly what was coming next. "You know about your task for now, dont you?" she purred, her tone dripping with contempt as she pointed to the offending mess. "I want you to clean up the toilet properly." Her finger trailed lazily across the seat, leaving a wet trail behind as it traced over the dirty surface. "Of course, you'll have to use your tongue for this," she continued, delighting in the thought of her toilet-slave's mortification. She watched with sick pleasure as the slave's eyes widened in terror at the thought of being ordered to do something so degrading. "You'll lick everything clean," she commanded, her voice ringing with authority. Toiletslave looked up at her, voice quavering with fear and disbelief. "B-but, Princess, that's disgusting! I can't..." The princess's face darkened, and she slapped him hard across the cheek, drawing blood. "I won't ask you why I want you to do this," she growled, her anger flaring up. "You're just the toiletslave, and you will do as you're told!" The toilet-slave whimpered in submission, recognizing the futility of trying to resist his mistress's twisted demands. He lowered his head, his heart pounding in his chest as he steeled himself for the humiliation to come. Princess Jenny watched with sneering amusement as he lowered his head and began to carefully approach the toilet bowl. With shaking hands, Toiletslave reached into the toilet, wincing at the awful stench that assaulted his nostrils. Closing his eyes, he plunged his face into the filth, his tongue darting out to taste the putrid mixture of urine, feces, and God knows what else. He tried to keep his mouth closed but failed, gagging as the vile taste filled his mouth. Still, he forced himself to comply, running his tongue over the rough surface of the bowl and under the rim, lapping up every last drop of the disgusting mess. Princess Jenny watched with sadistic delight, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement as she imagined the humiliation her toilet-slave was experiencing. She couldn't help but notice how the droplets of urine glistened on his face, and she smirked to herself at the thought of him tasting his own disgust. She leaned forward, prodding him with the toe of her stiletto heel, "Don't forget about those corners, slave. And make sure you clean the sides as well." As the toilet-slave struggled to obey, he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up in this degrading position. Once, he had been a free man, with dreams and aspirations. Now, he was nothing more than a toilet slave, forced to serve a princess who derived pleasure from his humiliation. His entire existence revolved around her twisted whims, and he had all but given up hope of ever escaping his fate. Slowly, painstakingly, he cleaned every inch of the toilet bowl, scrubbing until it gleamed under the harsh fluorescent light of the bathroom. When he was finished, he sat back on his haunches, exhausted and humiliated, awaiting his next command. Princess Jenny stepped forward, leaning down to inspect his work. She sniffed dismissively, her nose wrinkling in disgust. "Not bad," she said, her voice cold. "But you're not finished yet." Toiletslave stared up at her, dreading whatever she might ask next. But before she could speak, Princess Jenny turned on her heel, marching out of the bathroom, leaving him alone to contemplate his miserable existence. He knew there was no escape - he was hers, body and soul. And so, he waited, trembling with fear and anticipation, for his mistress to decide on his next task.