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You’re so desperate it’s honestly embarrassing. Constantly begging me for another toilet task like you can’t think about anything else. I usually don’t care enough to entertain you at all, but you’ve been so annoying about it that I decide to shut you up the only way you deserve. With a clip full of filthy little tasks made just for losers like you. I tell you exactly what kind of toilet I want you kneeling in front of. The dirtier the better. ****** if you can manage it, but if not, you’re going to make do with whatever sad excuse you have at home. I mock you the entire time, reminding you that this is all you’re good for, that this kind of behavior is pathetic and desperate and exactly where you belong. I pile on task after task, never letting you feel satisfied, never letting you feel proud. Just humiliation, control, and reminders that this is your place. You don’t get praise, babe. You get toilet tasks, shame, and the privilege of being used for my amusement.