I’ve finally noticed you, begging for my attention to become my new toilet boy, a job only delegated to the most devoted and desperate of my slaves. You’re basically made for the job, totally filthy, horny and always wanting to experiment with me. Desperate for anything I give you. Desperate to worship in the most degrading ways. The thing is although I have an en suite, I’m starting to realise godlessly women like me deserve even more convenience. That’s where your mouth comes into play… I should probably tell you all about the different tasks my toilet should expect to perform, the positions and etiquette that go into being my personal human toilet.