You can't hide it from me: your love for toilet play. Your fetish for kaviar. Your extreme worship of my ass. It probably makes you feel a little bit ashamed, doesn't it? You hide it from friends, family, lovers. You seek out someone like me – someone as twisted and manipulative like me – to give you exactly what you crave and need. A fat, hot, stinking load. Full toilet training has become your obsession. My fudge has become your goal. My chocolate has become your requirement. And here's the thing: that which you love is also your ultimate weakness. Your devotion to everything that comes out of my asshole is exactly what I can use to control you. To manipulate you. To blackmail you. You're weak, and this is what you deserve.
