I come home from a wild night at my boyfriend's place to find you, my toilet slave, waiting patiently for your morning treat. I take my time teasing you, telling you all about the amazing sex I had the night before. You know, sooner or later my boyfriend is going to spend the night here and then he'll have to use your mouth too. Won't that be nice, toilet boy? Having a Master and a Mistress to serve? I notice you getting a little teary-eyed and pouty. Is my little toilet slave getting jealous? Were you lonely? Don't worry. You'll always have a place here with me. My boyfriend might get to fuck me, spoil me, and take me on romantic getaways, but he'll never be allowed to gulp my golden nectar and eat my waste the way you do. He might be my lover, but you'll always be my toilet slave!