My dear slave, I have something to discuss with you. I think you are ready to enter into a new chapter of your servitude to me.

I know you long to be close to me. As of now, you are only permitted to kissing my feet, but that is about to change. We are about to become very close, my slave.

It's come to my attention that I spend far too much money on expensive toilet paper every year, and that doesn't sit well with me. I've come to the conclusion that I must eliminate all use of toilet paper, and use something of a renewable resource. You. More specifically, your tongue. Show more