A censored version, devoid of any toilet scenes. I approach this worn-down dog, smoking a cigarette, an old man bound to a toilet chair – a fitting punishment for an insolent creature. I kick the chair, before using it as an ashtray, extinguishing my cigarette on its tongue. I command it to smell my ass, first with the panties on, then off – a lesson in recognizing the scent of his Mistress. This is where he will feed, after I fill his mouth with ashes. Once I’m ready to use the facilities, I make him spit out the ashes into the bowl, secure a mouth opener – a device pulled out from under my stockings – and leave to prepare the rest of the station…