Prepare yourself, because today marks the beginning of your pathetic descent into the ultimate form of degradation: becoming my toilet slave. Yes, you heard that correctly. It's time to fully embrace the most humiliating role of your pitiful existence. Open that worthless mouth of yours; it's the only part of you that can provide any semblance of value, serving as a receptacle for my disdain. You're about to become intimately acquainted with the taste of my superiority, to swallow down your own dignity with each gulp. This is where you belong, beneath me, forever marked by the filth of your...

Prepare yourself, because today marks the beginning of your pathetic descent into the ultimate form of degradation: becoming my toilet slave. Yes, you heard that correctly. It's time to fully embrace the most humiliating role of your pitiful existence. Open that worthless mouth of yours; it's the only part of you that can provide any semblance of value, serving as a receptacle for my disdain. You're about to become intimately acquainted with the taste of my superiority, to swallow down your own dignity with each gulp. This is where you belong, beneath me, forever marked by the filth of your own inadequacy. Do you feel that trembling fear mixed with a disgusting spark of excitement? Good. It's the closest thing to pleasure you're deserving of. Your new name, your identity, is nothing but a toilet for me, a living testament to your own shame. You're not a person; you're a function, a utility for my convenience. Embrace this, for it's all you'll ever be worth.