She commanded submission, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. Her toilet slave knelt ready for his debasement. He was hers a willing victim. His purpose was to serve her every whim. The teacher watched him with amusement. His humiliation was her pleasure. Every drop of his dignity was hers. He craved her attention even in his disgrace. The filthy bowl was his sanctuary. He drank from it on command. His task was to keep it clean with his tongue. The mistress surveyed her handiwork. His form was hers to use. He was repurposed into her personal toilet. His existence was tied to her will. She owned him entirely. He was a toilet slave for her amusement. The darkness of his servitude stretched before him. He accepted his fate completely. His new reality was her creation.