Your Mind Is My Toilet: Total Control and Humiliation

You filthy little plaything. I'm going to drag you so far down into the depths of degradation and filth that you'll forget what it ever felt like to be anything but my toy.

You want it all, don't you? You want to be stripped of every last shred of dignity, to be turned into the most pathetic, broken version of yourself, just for my amusement.

Every word I speak sinks into your brain, erasing whatever pathetic remnants of self-respect you had left, leaving you craving more of my cruelty, more of my control.

You, a worthless pile of human trash, waiting eagerly on your knees for me to decide when you're worthy enough to serve as my toilet, when it revolves around serving me, even if it means being covered in my divine film.

There's no lower you can sink, but somehow, you'll keep begging for more.