Preparing to head to the gym, you were caught attempting to sneak away. I assert my authority by placing my foot on you, urinating on your face. You must comprehend – you are my human toilet, eternally. Despite your struggles, you have grown accustomed to consuming only my urine throughout the day. Your eagerness is evident – every time I approach you to use as a toilet, your mouth is wide open, craving it. You may even be addicted to my “golden nectar”.
Additionally, you adore observing my beautiful, warm genitalia as I degrade you, even going as far as consuming my used toilet paper. However, I don’t completely trust you not to attempt escape while I’m away. Thus, I will insert you into my anus and proceed to the gym! Of course, I need to urinate halfway through my workout… I enter the women’s restroom, extract you from between my cheeks, and urinate into your mouth, then reinsert you into my anus! To my dismay, I notice some residue under the toilet rim, commanding you to lick it clean. The fitness enthusiasts will surely appreciate this, chuckling.