You've been laying there on floor- patiently waiting for your next meal. Isn't such a privilege to have become so intimate with me, eating what I've eaten after it's through my body. You eat it directly upon exit and youre always craving more. Today you're going to wait. You're going to wait for my instruction to finally be able to swallow and devour my . I want it dripping from your toilet bowl mouth before I allow it to flow down your sewer throat. You're so obedient and well trained, toilet boy- you'll do anything your Master says. Should I leave you covered in or wash you off?