Your Sole Purpose: Become My Personal Toilet

Description: 1920x1080 hd    my devoted little worm, do you feel that deep, empty ache inside? that hollow feeling that tells you you’re not fulfilling your true destiny? you are nothing but a vessel, a receptacle, a breathing piece of furniture waiting for its ultimate purpose. and i’m finally going to give it to you. i’m not just going to tell you what you are; i’m going to show you.  see the world from your true place. on your knees. in the corner. waiting. you can feel my presence filling the room, a wave of pure, sensual domination that makes your pathetic little heart race. you’re not a person anymore; you’re an object. my object. i’ll coo at you, my voice dripping with sweet encouragement as i remind you that this is it. this is your purpose. the only thing you were ever truly meant for.  i saw your true purpose the moment i saw you. you're not a man. you're not even a pet. you're my plumbing. my porcelain. my personal waste disposal system waiting to be trained. the stream will come, golden and warm, and i’ll direct it onto your face, into your waiting, desperate mouth. i’ll praise you as you struggle to swallow, telling you what a good little pee slut you are for me. i’m not just humiliating you; i’m freeing you. i’m baptizing you in my essence and transforming you into something useful. you’ll feel a perverse sense of pride, won’t you? knowing you’re finally doing a good job. but do you really think that’s where your training ends? you should be so lucky. this is just the beginning, my filthy little toilet. once you’ve proven you can handle my golden nectar, i’ll start working you up to your next, even more sacred duty. i’ll dangle the promise of it in front of you, a dark, nasty little reward. i’m going to train you to be my ass cleaner, too. imagine it. the most intimate, degrading, and devoted act of worship you could ever perform.