Ah, my little toilet, ready to be used and humiliation yet again. How pathetic you must feel, knowing your only purpose is to serve as a human urinal for real men. Each time you open that filthy mouth of yours, remember, it's not for speaking but for catching their waste. You're a disgusting, worthless receptacle, and that's all you'll ever be. As you kneel there, degraded and humiliated, stroke that pathetic excuse for a cock. But don't you dare cum. You don't deserve that pleasure. You're here to serve, to be a dumping ground for every man who deems you worthy of his piss. And while you wallow in your own degradation, you will pay me, tribute after tribute. Each payment a reminder of your lowly status, each dollar confirming you are nothing but my personal ATM, a mindless pay pig existing only for my financial gain. Stroke and pay, you pathetic loser, it's all you're good for.