'At a restaurant with a wedding ring, you tell me happy anniversary! Some chit chat and then you tell me you appreciate me confessing to being a toilet for dominatrices before we were married. It took courage to confess. You pause, listening, and a bit confused, you admit, yes, you used me as your toilet often last year. Pause and confused again, "more sex with me?" you ask. I am asking for more vanilla sex this year. Much longer pause and astonished. You explain that I am a toilet! You took my mouth for your toilet 4 times last week alone! There will be no more sex! You don't kiss me when I get home from work anymore because of your new ritual of fucking my boss every evening. You are surprised I did not understand! Being a toilet is about pain, betrayal and despair! I get upset. You shush me and sooth me. You are helping me be a good toilet by destroying me! You've secretly outed me to all friends, ex-girlfriends, peers, etc. in the last year. Of course you are divorcing me! Divorce papers were coming to my office the next day to humiliate me in front of my peers and my boss. You take your ring off and slowly slide it across the table whispering "its over, toilet" and how disgusting you find me! Degrade and humiliate and destroy me with your words at this point, while reminding me your helping me be a good toilet and doing it for my best interest. Make me open my mouth, spit in it, and call me a "good toilet" over and over. Tell me anyone can toilet me now.' MarkUp Codes For My Good Boys: God77785 SimpNation Markup 100% God15128 MyBestBoy Markup 50% God85261 MyGoodBoy Markup 25%