Poor, poor boy. You have begged me to be a slave in my stable. You want to be owned by me very, very badly. Of course, slavery isn’t all beatings and orgasms. If you want to be mine, you need to be useful. I do have one such position available, but you may find it quite hard to fill. You would be the dungeon toilet. Your only purpose will be to act as a receptacle for my waste and that of my other playthings. You would be made to lick my beautiful little rosebud to a pristine clean after I’ve had my way with you. Are you sure you can handle the filth, toilet boy? Let’s find out…
