In My household, males are nothing more than useful objects. Each one of them exists to fulfill one or several purposes, to serve Me to perfection. Waiting for Me to come home today are two objects. One of them is specialized as a boot cleaning tool and human ashtray plus spittoon. This object is self-cleaning and always arranges itself in the best position to lick clean all the mud from My boots. The other one is a rug that I rest My heels upon, chained and blindfolded, but also always ready to be used as My toilet. I prefer to feel the warmth from his mouth and tongue rather than the cold...

In My household, males are nothing more than useful objects. Each one of them exists to fulfill one or several purposes, to serve Me to perfection. Waiting for Me to come home today are two objects. One of them is specialized as a boot cleaning tool and human ashtray plus spittoon. This object is self-cleaning and always arranges itself in the best position to lick clean all the mud from My boots. The other one is a rug that I rest My heels upon, chained and blindfolded, but also always ready to be used as My toilet. I prefer to feel the warmth from his mouth and tongue rather than the cold of the porcelain and coarseness of the toilet paper. Now, seeing Me ready to use My toilet, it gets immediately aroused, as the impending moment when he will get to consume all My divine waste gets near.