A gusty day in my winter retreat. I released my slave from his cramped quarters beneath the stairs so I could satiate him. A few punches were thrown to ensure his obedience, and I hoisted him up onto the sunroof. There, I urinated profusely into a vase. Then, the slave had to hold a plate beneath my divine posterior, ensuring that my excrement didn’t miss its mark. Later, back in his slave quarters, I filled him with the urine and locked him up with my plate full of feces. Of course, he had to empty the plate. Upon my return, I promptly checked to see if the plate had been licked clean.