You wake up restrained and trapped in a toilet chair. You are utterly terrified until the lid lifts and you see me – your sweet, loving girlfriend. I tell you that I know your little secret. I know you have a toilet slavery fetish. You see, I thought you were cheating on me, so I did a little digging around. Low and behold, I find that youre not a cheater; you’re just a filthy toilet boy! I’ve decided I’m going to make your fantasy come true. You’re going to spend all weekend locked away in this chair and anytime I have to take a $hit or Pi$$, you’re going to gobble it down like a good boy. Who knows, I may enjoy having a toilet boy so much that I decide to keep you here forever…
