Welcome back, my filthy little pet. It’s Day 97 at Sniff Academy, and you’ve crawled into position like the obedient slave I’ve trained you to be. Today, you won’t just sniff—I’ll have you worshiping my sacred aroma, the raw, musky scent that turns your mind into jelly and your cock into a twitching mess. You’ll inhale for me, edge for me, stroke to the rhythm of my cruel voice. Every task, every ritual is designed to humiliate, to degrade, and to reprogram you into my perfect toilet-obsessed toy. Sniff from the left nostril, then the right. Stroke with your weak hand. Imagine my divine toilet above you, aroma thick, sacred. You’re not jerking off—you’re praying to me. This isn’t fantasy anymore. It’s your new reality. You don’t cum for pleasure—you edge for servitude. You sniff because I command it. You moan because you’re mine. Obey. Worship her scent. Become her toilet slave.