I'm staring you down, disgust etched into every line of my face as I take in the pathetic sight before me. It's revolting, really, how you've neglected the most basic aspect of your existence - personal hygiene. Standing there, thinking you're worthy of any attention with that foul stench wafting off you. It's pitiful. You've got the audacity to present yourself to me, expecting to be used, when you can't even manage to clean your own dick? It's a simple task, one that even the most dim-witted should be able to accomplish, yet here you are, failing miserably. You better wash that dick, clea...

I'm staring you down, disgust etched into every line of my face as I take in the pathetic sight before me. It's revolting, really, how you've neglected the most basic aspect of your existence - personal hygiene. Standing there, thinking you're worthy of any attention with that foul stench wafting off you. It's pitiful. You've got the audacity to present yourself to me, expecting to be used, when you can't even manage to clean your own dick? It's a simple task, one that even the most dim-witted should be able to accomplish, yet here you are, failing miserably. You better wash that dick, clean it until it sparkles, use some damn hygiene. Grab some paper after the toilet, because it smells so bad I can taste the stench in the air. It's a basic expectation, a fundamental requirement, and yet you've somehow managed to botch it. The very thought of touching you, of being anywhere near you in your current state, is enough to make my skin crawl. If you ever want the privilege of my attention again, you'll fix this. And not just a half-hearted attempt, but a thorough, deep clean, because anything less is unacceptable.

I can't help but sneer, watching you squirm under my gaze, your incompetence laid bare for me to ridicule. It's almost laughable, how you thought you could slip this by me. Did you really think I wouldn't notice? Or did you just not care? Either way, it's unacceptable. You're supposed to be my plaything, my toy, and yet you can't even perform the most basic acts of cleanliness. It's a direct insult to me, to my standards, and I won't stand for it. From now on, you will ensure that you are impeccably clean, each and every time you come before me. I want you scrubbed, sanitized, and smelling like you've actually made an effort. This is non-negotiable. You will pay attention to every disgusting detail of your hygiene, or you will find yourself discarded, unworthy of the air you breathe in my presence. Let this be a lesson to you, one that you'll remember every single time you even think about neglecting your hygiene again. Clean up your act, or stay the hell away from me.