anony9865 @anony9865
I'm just a poor toilet slave who's been condemned to this filthy bathroom for eternity. My only purpose in life is to serve my sadistic mistress, and I take pleasure in being her plaything. When she orders me to kneel on the cold floor with my bare skin exposed and my messy hair hanging down my back, it makes me feel so submissive and obedient.
The dim lighting and grim atmosphere of this dingy bathroom only add to my humiliation as I wait for my mistress's next command. My flushed cheeks and open mouth betray my eager desire to please her at any cost. The sound of the toilet flushing seems to mock me, reminding me that I'm nothing more than a mere slave.
I've been conditioned to beg my mistress to let me drink from the toilet bowl, and when she grants me permission, it's like a little piece of heaven for me. But even in those moments, I know I'm still just a pawn in her game of sadistic pleasure. My collar and leash are constant reminders that I belong to her, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
My mistress likes to keep me naked and on my knees as much as possible, and I've grown accustomed to the feeling of the cold floor beneath me. It's a sensation that only heightens my awareness of being at her mercy. As she moves around the bathroom, her footsteps seem to echo off the tiled walls, making it clear that she's in charge.
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