It's dinner time, toilet slave. I'm all dressed up in my party dress and you're down there on the floor, naked and tied up. Your whole life consists of you lying there my floor under my toilet chair. Waiting for me to feed you. I get to eat real food, a nice fancy meal. But you will eat my filth. You will open your mouth and silently beg for me to feed you. What does it taste like you pathetic toilet slave? It must taste good to you. You crave it. You love the days where I walk into the room where I keep you and feed you my filth for dinner. I've got a nice, big load for you today. Are you ... Show more