The opportune moment has arrived to utilize a slave. To serve as a proper toilet substitute, I see no necessity in donning a frivolous costume every time I require the use of a bathroom. Here I am, clad in my everyday attire, while the slave is left exposed and bare. I reveal the sole portion of my body of any consequence to its existence: my magnificent backside. I lower my jeans just enough to suffocate him with my posterior perfection, commanding it to, “Deeper lick,” all the while chastising its genitals with my whip.
You voyeurs at home, indulging in your own vices, will find delight in witnessing me parade around with my pants resting on my thighs, as I experiment with various positions on the toilet. You are granted an unobstructed view of the rapturous expressions of pleasure and relief that accompany my colossal bowel movement, directly into its mouth. The sounds it emits are entertaining, and my face is illuminated with a sadistic grin.
Ultimately, as the slave is sluggish in swallowing, I am compelled to don my blue plastic gloves, coercing it to consume. By presenting it with the ultimatum of breathing or eating, I finally succeed in compelling this abhorrent creature to fulfill its purpose in life. The culmination of extensive training is realized, as the slave finally opens its mouth, signaling the completion of its task. As a token of appreciation, I grant it the privilege of cleaning the underside of my shoe before, with my bare feet, I interchangeably caress and kick its genitals, ultimately leaving it to ponder its own insignificance.