Walking into the boys' bathroom, I am immediately disgusted by what I see: My chattel, shamelessly standing to p**. he knows My rules: no s**** or chattel under My control is ever allowed to stand like a man. he is no man; he is My property, and property submits fully.

This disobedience cannot go unpunished. I will remind him of the rules, reciting the reasons why a chattel must sit while his head is in the toilet and My huge c*** is up his arse. For his transgression, I will stretch and use his arse as I see fit. Every powerful thrust emphasises My speech, reminding him what he truly is: property, an object to be used for My pleasure. My thrusting is relentless, each movement a physical manifestation of My dominance over him, driving the lesson deeper than My c*** alone could reach.

When I am satisfied, I pull out and present My leather-clad c*** for him to clean. he obeys, l****** away the evidence of his humiliation. But his lesson is not complete. In this House, the Ladies can stand to p**, and We do so upon Our chattels. Pushing his head back into the bowl, I release My divine stream, soaking him in his shame and solidifying his place beneath Me. he trembles, humiliated and degraded, exactly as I want him.

Dripping and defeated, I leave him there, marinating in his punishment. For the next hour, he will remain in the toilet, covered in My golden reminder of his place. Perhaps this time he will remember: he is nothing more than property, existing solely for My pleasure and to obey My every rule.

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