I keep this thing around the house to do my bidding; some people call it a slave, others a maybe a bitch. He is so insignificant to me, I don’t even think of it as having a name. Anyway, I always know he’s up to no good when he sneaks off to a hall bathroom for hours on end. So I bust through the door to find the simpleton masturbating to a porno mag. It’s such a disgusting habit; it’s like he’s addicted or something.
So I think of him as so filthy I just grab the first thing I can think of to clean his dirty mind: a bar of soap. I take the soap, forcing his mouth open and slamming it in and out of his mouth, over and over again, till he has no choice but to swallow the lather that forms. He is so horror-struck by the pain and humiliation of getting his mouth soaped, what I’m about to do next is a welcome relief for him. I grab his head, force it into the toilet bowl and flush it down. I don’t even let him up for air; I just let the loser stew in his own filth he has created for himself. This is the best place for him to think about what he has done and learn to improve his filthy ways.