Every morning, my toilet awaits me on the floor, ready for use. I’ve placed rings around its “cock” to prolong its arousal and remind it of its subservient status. I secure its hands and taunt it, knowing it will only become aroused by my scent and taste. I command it to sniff and lick as I sit on its “cock,” using it to lubricate my anus, readying myself to defecate. I take pleasure in serving it my waste, and it is satisfied to consume my excrement. I discipline my toilet, only allowing it to become erect, ejaculate, and experience pleasure when my waste is in its mouth. I milk it while explaining its purpose to me: a toilet, a subhuman, and a most loyal slave. Despite its struggles due to the rings, I lose interest in milking it, choosing instead to keep it in a state of denial. I slap and spit on it, showing my appreciation for its unwavering loyalty. As a merciful Goddess, this is the only affection it will ever receive from me.