Breakfast holds great significance, even for a TOILET. Despite my work commitments, I generously make time to nourish my perverted servant.
Entering the room donning only high heels and lingerie, I greet my slave with a kick to his testicles. After securing my seat over his face, I reveal my magnificent femininity from a vantage point above his head. I promptly commence the meal, serving a full-course breakfast directly into my slave’s mouth.
The previous night, I engaged with a genuine man (unlike you, a mere toilet) and have some residual semen in my pussy, which I incorporate into the slave’s meal. This is the true existence of a toilet slave. Perhaps if you plead politely, you can assume his position?