You’ve been kept in my dungeon as my personal toilet slave for quite some time now. It isn’t everything you imagined. As a matter of fact, it’s been a very difficult transition for you. You thought being a toilet boy meant you’d be kissing my ass all day and constantly jerking your dick. What you didn’t understand is that a toilet is an object. All you are is a receptacle for my waste. Your thoughts, desires and feelings don’t matter. After all, furniture doesn’t have feelings. It’s a harsh reality for a little toilet slave like you!