Chapter 15: Cleaning Day

I woke up early on Monday morning, and saw that Sarah was still asleep. She looked beautiful, like an angel. An angel whose hands where cuffed above her head. I removed the cuffs and then her blanket, and she still didn’t wake up. She was in deep sleep.

I kicked her tits with my bare feet a few times and she slowly came awake.

“Up! Go brush you teeth, be quick about it!”

She shuffled out of the room, seemingly completely confused and not yet understanding where she was and what was happening. A few minutes later, she came back, still out of it, so much so that I wasn’t sure if she was sleepwalking or if she had actually gone brush her teeth.

“Breathe on me.”

She did, and I could smell the minty toothpaste on her breath. Good, she had followed orders.

“Is your bladder full, slut?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then where is the fucking glass? Have you forgotten everything?”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Don’t be sorry, go get the fucking glass!”

This time she was faster, running to the kitchen and back. She knelt in front of me and asked, “Sir, please may I drink my piss?”

I nodded, and then watched her put the class below her cunt. It took a while and she had to concentrate hard, but after a while she started to pee. She also managed to cut off the flow before the glass overflowed.

She held the glass up for my inspection, and I nodded for her to drink up. Then she repeated pissing into the glass, filling it to about two thirds.

“Sir, this is the last glass of my piss. Would you like to add your cum to it?”

“Not today. Drink up.”

She managed to look disappointed while drinking the contents of the glass.

“Go.”

She understood, put her dirty clothes back on, then went to the kitchen where she put the glass into the sink. On her way out the door she even remembered to take the house keys with her.

It would take a while for her to finish her run, and I used the time productively by filling a big bowl with cornflakes and smother them with milk, ensuring they would be a soggy mess in time for breakfast. I also prepared a much nicer breakfast for myself.

Sarah entered the room a sweaty mess. She knelt in front of me, requesting permission to speak.

“Yes?”

“Sir, I need to shit badly.”

“Later,” I dismissed her. Then I made her get on her hands and knees next to the dining table, with the bowl of soggy cornflakes in front of her. Once she was in position, I sat down on her back.

“Make sure I’m comfortable, don’t move. You may eat breakfast as well.”

Her first few attempts to eat were not successful. She tried to put her head down to the bowl, and whenever she did that her upper body would go down and as such, my comfy seat would tilt, resulting in an admonishment from me.

Finally she had an idea and picked the bowl up far enough so she could put her face into the mess and eat. It was awkward but worked. I continued to enjoy my meal.

Once I was done, I got up and allowed her to put the bowl back down, making it easier for her to slurp up the rest of her breakfast. She licked the bowl clean, then crawled into the corner. Her face was a mess, but I also could see some tears running down her cheeks.

“Why the tears?” I asked.

“I don’t think I can hold it any longer, sir. I’m so sorry,” she whimpered.

“Follow.”

She crawled behind me and I led her to a tiled room. It was a room that probably was originally planned to be a bathroom, but is had never been built out. The only piece of furniture in the room was a small side-down table that I had put there earlier, with a large glass standing on top of it.

“Remove my clothes, fold them carefully, and put them into the drawer of this table.”

She did so, lovingly removing one peace after another, with much more body contact than strictly necessary. She had it easy as I wore no shoes. She took great care to fold everything without any wrinkles, even my socks and briefs.

“Well done,” I told her once she was done. “Now remove your own clothing, put it on top of the table.”

She did so, folding her clothes as well, but with much less care.

“Take the glass and go to the middle of the room. Squat down and empty your shithole onto the floor. Push out everything you can. Use the glass to catch any piss that comes out.”

She crawled there and wasn’t even fully in position when the first log of shit shot out of her asshole. She hadn’t been lying about her desperation. It was large, at least 20 centimeters in length and pretty wide. Now she had to concentrate and actively push, first emptying her bladder into the glass before the next smaller piece of shit came from her ass. She tried, but nothing more came out.