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I take you step by step through your new life. No fantasy. No soft edges. Just orders. You’re not my lover. You’re my toilet. I tell you how to kneel, how to open your mouth, how to hold still. I describe exactly what I’m going to do to you, how I’ll use you, how I’ll flush you away. Each command is another brick in the wall between us: I’m divine; you’re disposable. This is about conditioning. I laugh at your desperation, at your obedience, at your surrender. This is a full training session, and by the end you’re no longer a man. You’re a toilet. And you’ll thank me