After too much time on her computer, Margaret often liked to have Kiki the maid slave serve her afternoon lunch in the garden. She would sit on her comfortable outside furniture on the lawn, under a shady umbrella. The garden lawn, flowers, and hedges were all kept to Margaret’s immaculate standard by another slave who she had bought especially for that purpose. Margaret had realised that it was too much hassle to have an indoors slave also maintain the garden, as they got so dirty and had to take time out of their work to clean themselves before coming back inside again, so she decided to get a dedicated slave that she would keep outdoors just for the garden. From the moment she had brought her home after purchasing her, the slave had never been allowed to enter the house. Margaret had attached a heavy metal collar around her neck that was connected to a very long chain, connected to a ring set into the outer wall. It was long enough to give the slave full access to the whole garden. The slave was a lithe 25 year old (34 years younger than her owner) with medium-to-small breasts, and she had definitely the most physically demanding life of any of Margaret’s slaves. From her hard outdoors work her body was well-toned and fit, but also constantly covered in dirt. This added to her overall dark appearance caused by her full-body tan, as she was, for convenience reasons due to her dirtiness, kept completely naked except for her metal collar. Her dark brown hair was kept hacked roughly short, also for convenience, and was slightly bronzed and reddenned by the sun. Margaret had kept the slave’s name she had when she had bought her, Anna, as she thought it was a simple, rustic name that suited an outdoors girl. She spent her long days of slavery working on Margaret’s never-ending garden projects – shifting huge bags of soil, compost and gravel around, building paths with rocks, as well as weeding, maintaining the lawn, and keeping everything trimmed to perfection. Somewhat sadistically, Margaret expected her to work in any weather, from the hottest punishing summer days that burnt the slave’s whole naked body, to the freezing cold, to torrential rainstorms. She had a tiny dog-like kennel to curl up in at night, a kind gesture from her owner. Compared to the immaculately clean inside world of Margaret’s large house, she saw Anna as a filthy animal, constantly covered in grime and dirt, whose body showed the marks of her labour. In the heat of the day, Margaret loved to sit in the shade and watch the fit young woman’s naked body straining and sweating in the sun while she ate and sipped her afternoon champagne. The site of the sunburnt, dirty slave on the end of her chain was delightfully medieval to Margaret, and made the rich old woman slightly wet.
The most extreme form of slavery Margaret kept other human beings under came into use whenever she needed to use the toilet throughout the day. One day a few years ago, she had gone to a friend’s house, and her friend, who was far richer even than Margaret, had proudly lead her into her toilet and shown her her latest installment. Instead of a usual toilet bowl, under the toilet seat was a young man’s head, facing upwards. The slave was clearly installed in bondage in some space under the toilet, and forced to use his open mouth as a receptacle for his owner’s excrement. Margaret was shocked and filled with awe, and both her and her friend giggled a lot together. The friend was something of a role model to Margaret, as she was even richer than her, and Margaret immediately decided she wanted to do the same one day. There was something so delightfully unnecessarily cruel about going to the bathroom into a live human mouth that it seemed like the ultimate symbol of luxury, wealth and success to Margaret, and she wanted to aspire to having that feeling. Of course, she didn’t mind using her friend’s male toilet slave, but being an older lesbian she much preferred the sexual connotations of using a young female for the job. A year later, when she had the money available, she began to draw up plans for the installation and think about what kind of girl she would want to use as a toilet slave. Margaret knew that when she purchased the slave it would be her biggest decision yet, because she knew she would be condemning that person to a horrific role, so she didn’t want to choose a slave arbitrarily. Margaret was an intelligent old woman who free children would consider very kind and motherly – she wasn’t a psychopath at all. But like most of the rich upper classes, she simply accepted the enjoyment of owning and using slaves like it was her deserved treat, her role in the order of the world. Eventually, she came up with an idea that made her incredibly excited, and also made her laugh out loud, and not long after, she put it into action. Now, when Margaret went to the bathroom, in the corner for the toilet was a specially made toilet seat with a hole that stretched further backwards, and in the hole, looking upwards, were the faces of not one but two toilet slaves. The one at the back was a black African girl of 23 (a toilet 36 years younger than her owner), who was facing forwards. The one at the front, who was facing backwards the opposite way, so that the two slaves were positioned chin-to-chin, was the face of an Asian girl, 21 years old (38 years older than her owner). Both slaves were confined in tight bondage in a construction under the toilet, with only their heads pushed up, and their hair was tied back tightly, forcing their heads back so their faces faced directly upwards (despite being imprisoned against each other and their chins touching all the time, they never actually saw each other, and were of course strictly forbidden from talking, as that would be inappropriate for a toilet.) Their necks were constantly sore from being bent back, and their whole life’s view consisted of the blank white of the bathroom ceiling. It was Margaret’s own idea to have not one toilet slave but two – one at the front for her piss, positioned under her pussy facing backwards so she could look down at her eyes, and one at the back for her, well, number 2s – facing forwards where her ass naturally came to rest. The races of the slavegirls were Margaret’s own little joke – as she put it to a friend, “Brown for the brown, yellow for the yellow. They’re colour-coded!” This always got a laugh from people. Margaret was a liberal, educated woman, and definitely didn’t think of herself as a racist – in her mind it was just a funny little pun – though she did admit to a friend that she thought black girls were “natural toilet slaves, because their mouths are nice and wide for when there’s a big load”. Apparently the black slave girl was originally from Ghana, called Adjua, and the Asian slave originally from Korea, called Hae-Won, but Margaret had forgotten all of that, and just referred to them as Number 1 and Number 2. Number 2, the African girl, apparently didn’t speak any English (not that either would ever speak anyway), and this must have added to her sense of helplessness and bewilderment in this foreign country. After being bought, both slaves had been sent on a course to forcefully train them out of having a gag reflex. Both slaves were expected to silently swallow everything that came out of Margaret, and then use their tongues to clean her – sometimes, after doing her business, she would sit for a long time just relishing in the pleasure of having her nether regions deep-cleaned by two soft warm tongues. Even if she just needed to pee, the black “back” slave was still expected to clean her owner’s anus with her tongue. When she was finished, and left the bathroom, she would ring the bell on the way out, and Kiki the maid slave would come around and pour flushing mouthwash down both toilet slaves’ mouths so they were nice and fresh-smelling for when their owner needed them next, as well as giving them their special food and pills to stop them from getting sick. Margaret loved the system, and loved the feeling of sitting down on two soft, warm, young women’s faces so much that she vowed never to have a normal toilet again.