I've communicated with mistress that the idea of messing myself under her command in my eyes is a form of ultimate domination. To make the point I am her property, her object. The toilet is a privilege not a right, even for messing. So she has finally made the call, I didn't poop at all yesterday. Idk if my body is being shy, but I'm not allowed to use the toilet for my next poop. Instead I will be forced to go in a diaper. And I'm sure if I'm reluctant when the urge is finally there I'll be punished for delaying obedience. Any advice for clean up?
P.s. I like the idea of degradation, humiliation, and regression, not necessarily the smell and the mess itself. I'm not a scat player
P.s. I like the idea of degradation, humiliation, and regression, not necessarily the smell and the mess itself. I'm not a scat player
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