Welcome to your new existence, devoted receptacle. Your sole purpose is to serve me, your master. You will wait in anticipation for me to relieve myself, opening your mouth wide to accept whatever I bestow upon you. You are mine, to be used at my discretion.
Day or night, you will be ready to lick my sneakers clean if I happen to step in waste. During my menstrual cycle, you will drink my urine. Every morsel of feces that exits my body is meant for your consumption. Take pleasure in your new role, human toilet.
Regrettably, my regular toilet slaves have grown accustomed to my habits, making it challenging for me to pass waste past their “toilet mouths.” To remedy this, I use corks to prevent the release of my increasingly large stools.
Behold this monstrous mass of excrement – it is far too large to fit in a mere toilet bowl. Yet, I am certain you yearn to devour every bit of it. Rest assured, you will have your fill.