The dirty fucker who cleaned out my shitbox

Today I had a supposed subservient slave around who was here to help me with chores and tasks, and other than that to keep his head down and not cause me extra work.

Well it appears that said slave couldn’t help himself after reading one of my recent blogs and like a pathetic incessant child pleaded with me to give myself an enema and then allow him to drink it from my asse!

The audacity of such a request let alone in my time!

I do not suffer fools gladly so swiftly informed him that as he was such a fan of shit I had the perfect job for him.

I handed him a scoop and a carrier bag and pointed him in the direction of my cats litter trays. I have 6 cats at present and the little darlings don’t like to get their little paw-paws cold in the winter and stay inside a lot more - guaranteeing he had more than his fill of shit!

After all being the merciful mistress I am, it felt only fair to offer a good compromise.

Another job he greatly enjoyed was sniffing piles of socks to test their stinkyness for customers and sorting them into piles marked “Very stinky” and “need to be worn on the treadmill for a bit longer!”

I’ve agreed that Shittysocksniffer boy may return for more of the same but I’ve drawn the line at his request to clean the kitties bottoms for them - I think they can take care of that themselves!

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