Your Throne Beneath Me
Love to Shit Girls
A Lesson in Humility for the Human Toilet
This slave was in desperate need of a swift and severe lesson. I resolved to deliver his humiliation personally, using my piss and thick, creamy waste. Living in a neighboring town, he received a brief, commanding phone call at dawn: he had precisely one hour to present himself at my door. A human toilet must never be allowed to forget his fundamental purpose. He is so exquisitely trained that no quantity, however extreme, poses a challenge for him. As his sole reward, I will permit him to cleanse himself; he must, after all, find a way to return to his ordinary life and family.
