My Boss VII

After my return to the office as a cleaner, I could not deny my need to be humiliated. I don't know if the traumas caused by the abuse and humiliations I suffered from my boss at the beginning, are what generated this addiction, a feeling that nothing is worth it, that I am scum and the best I can do is serve my Master so that he enjoys to the fullest.

The truth is, every afternoon I went there, I knew I was going because I needed that man to humiliate me, treat me like trash, and laugh at me. And that's exactly what happened. There were no longer any limits but a "yes, sir" that my boss loved and, of course, was the only response he accepted.

What I couldn't foresee were the humiliations that awaited me each new day.

I remember one rainy afternoon when I arrived, as always, on time to put on my cap and apron and clean the office. It was normal for me to be cleaning the floor on my knees with a cloth while the boss was walking back and forth, making me clean everything over and over again. But what caught my attention on that occasion was finding a bag of sliced bread on the toilet bowl when I was about to clean, as always, the foul toilet with the day's excrement and urine of my Lord.

There I was waiting for that humiliating stench, that infinite degradation of having to enter on my knees, on all fours, into the bathroom and lift the lid with my mouth, inhaling all that smell that almost made me dizzy.

That day the Boss entered while I was cleaning to show me what I had to do, that new humiliation that awaited me.

-"Hello, pig, today you won't have to clean the toilet on the inside with your tongue, you're lucky, I brought you this loaf of bread to use it as if they were scouring pads, so that you can clean all the shit inside the toilet thoroughly, there are always residues stuck..."

I was grateful not to have to eat that disgustingness, although if I did it was because my Boss canceled me with his mere presence and so I only felt an urgent desire to serve him.

So, grateful, I took the first slice and I made an effort to clean the walls inside the toilet bowl thoroughly, with feces, hairs, and urine, but when I was about to throw it in the trash can, almost not daring to look at it out of pure disgust, my boss stopped me with a "no" and then instructed me on what to do next:

-"Now, eat it, slut... It's my shit, your sacred food, you must always swallow my shit, my piss, my cum, everything must always go into your bitch stomach, because you are my human toilet and I want you to swallow it all... Don't worry, on my table I have two more loaves of bread, so you won't be short of bread to eat all my shit..."

So I dipped and spread the slices in the shit, in the piss... and ate it all on my knees, with a lot of fatigue and gagging that made tears come to my eyes, but none of that made my lord feel compassion, on the contrary, it gave him more pleasure, so that night I only had bread for dinner, lots of bread...