I no longer want cold porcelain pressed against my cheeks, I desire warmth. So I've decided you, will be assuming the position of being my toilet. On the bathroom floor, you will remain; waiting for me to relieve myself first thing in the morning, or in the middle of the night. The only meal filling you being my nectar and whatever falls down from my ass and into your mouth...

This is a clip filled with descriptive , filthy toilet talk, and humiliation that isn't for the faint of heart.