I sit you down gently but firmly on the toilet. You are being trained to love erotic humiliation, and we have found that supervised trips to the bathroom are particularly effective at making you feel emotionally vulnerable.

There’s a leash attached to the collar around your neck. I tie the other end to a towel rack, securing you very little slack. You aren’t going anywhere.

I put my hands on your knees and spread your legs apart, because sluts have nothing to hide. You already had to strip naked before entering the bathroom, and now I am ensuring that you are going to be on full display.

I give you the order to pee for me, and you are grateful that we’ve practiced this before. You start peeing right away, earning you a “good girl” from me that brings a blush to you cheeks.

You finish peeing, dreading the embarrassment that comes next. You see, you are being punished and aren’t allowed to touch yourself, so you have to choose between a wet pussy and asking me to wipe you. You choose the latter, and nearly die inside.

The degrading treatment is sending you into subspace and you feel like you are floating. I roughly clean you up, take you by the hands, and guide you up off the toilet.

Mindful that you are floating, I gently turn you around and bend you over to be inspected. You reach back and spread yourself apart. The inspection is less about cleanliness and more about driving home for you just how ridiculously wet this kind of treatment makes you. If I feel inclined, I sometimes take my time inspecting you closely to make sure you are shaving properly and not missing any spots.

Satisfied, I tell you to stand up. I untie your leash and lead you out of the bathroom…

(Take this roleplay or conversation prompt anywhere you’d like to go. I’d be particularly interested in hearing about the backstory, or how your training progresses, or what sorts of other erotic humiliation you must endure)