My companion strolled in Sochi, feeling the urge to defecate. She was aware that her toilet slave was nearby and made her way to his workplace. Unabashed by the possibility of being seen or heard by employees of adjacent businesses or customers, she guided him to the back room and positioned him on the floor, before defecating into his mouth.
“Be quiet. Lie down and be still. You are under my control. And just as I commanded, so it shall be. Keep your hands by your sides, open your mouth and receive my waste. What is it? What are your tears, what is the vomit? Here’s a spoon, turn around and consume the waste, all of it, defecation eater. Consume from the floor, suck up every drop of urine.”
The slave trembled and feared being discovered, incoherently groveling and attempting to consume the waste as swiftly as possible.