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You came to me months ago to be a toilet slave and honestly, I didn't think you'd make it. Others have come and gone, but the job was just too much for them. Not for you, though. You have absolutely no self-worth, do you? Each day, your head is positioned beneath my throne and your pathetic little face is covered in the excrement of not only myself, but the ladies in my studio! You don't care, though, it's who you are. You're nothing more than an appliance now, a fixture that I give no more thought than I do the washer and dryer. You have a job to do, to consume and be used. So that's what you're going to keep on doing, toilet slave.
