My slave woman, submissive and obedient. She knows her place, and that place is to follow my orders, no matter how degrading they may be. Today, I commanded her to soil her panties, to feel the warm and humiliating sensation of her own excrement filling her undergarments.
But I didn’t stop there. I wanted to teach her a lesson, to show her the consequences of her own actions. So, I did the same, filling her pants with my own waste. And then, I sent her home, to take the subway and endure the stares and whispers of strangers as they caught a whiff of her dirty and smelly state.
Let her be ashamed, let her feel the weight of her own degradation. This is her reality, her life as my slave woman. And she knows that, with each passing day, it will only get worse.