Look at my little consumption slave, waiting to be beneath my toliet again. Is your mouth watering, you filth junkie? Are you craving my waste again? I know that you can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to sit beneath that seat, day in and day out, waiting for my ass to descend onto your face and to receive your glorious little treats. I should simply chain beneath this chair and make this your permanent home. Open your mouth wide, little filth eater.
