The journey of the toilet slave is fraught with the stench of my pussy and the despotism of his wicked Mistress. Blessed is she who, in the name of compassion and goodwill, facesits the slave so he may savor the depth of my darkness. For she is truly her slaves guardian and the trainer of filthy servitude. And I shall urinate upon you with great wrath and furious anger those who seek to flee and criticize my pussy. And you will know you are my Bitch when I unleash my vengeance upon you.
I have been saying that for years. And if you have ever heard it, it meant you were about to be used. I never really pondered its meaning. I thought it was just a ruthless thing to say before using someone’s mouth as a toilet. But this morning, I saw something that made me reconsider. Now, I’m thinking: it could mean you’re the submissive man, and I’m the righteous Mistress. And Mrs. Stinky Pussy here, she’s the shepherdess protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you’re the righteous man, and I’m just the Mistress, and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. I’d like that. But that’s not the truth. The truth is, you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of all submissive men. But I’m trying, Slave. I’m trying real hard to be the shepherdess.