The life of toilet is a daily reception of feces. I lead the slave on a leash and guideline him to sit still while I prepare dinner. But this food is not for him as he thinks, its for me. Hes most likely more tasty for him. Right on the table, I fill his plate with a supper of my smelly shit. I tell him to make sure he chews and swallows it all. Then its time for him to wash a plate with his tongue. See how the man falls! Hes a real toilet!