Do you even understand where you are, loser? We’re in My bedroom, and you’re not here for anything respectable. When My bladder says so, you’ll be lying on My floor, My private human toilet, waiting obediently while I decide exactly how you’ll earn your place beneath Me in the middle of the night.
When I’m finished you’ll be tasting Me, humiliated and grateful, and I’ll slide back under the blankets while you lie there with that nasty reminder in your mouth. Welcome to your new job, little toy—there’s no schedule, only My needs.