Sun Hee’s Personal Toilet: An American Slave meets a Korean Goddess

I am Sun Hee's personal toilet, forever bound to her every desire, serving as her vessel for bodily functions. Each day, I eagerly await her arrival, anticipating the sensation of her warm and pungent waste filling my mouth. At times, the thought of my subservience to her sends a mixture of revulsion and twisted pleasure shooting through my veins.

Sun Hee's dominance over me is absolute, and I relish the humiliation that comes with being her toilet slave. Her commands are absolute, and I obey them without hesitation, knowing that my purpose in life is to fulfill her every need and desire. From the taste of her spicy diarrhea to the sound of her raucous laughter, I am consumed by her every action.

In moments of clarity, I feel a sense of shame about my twisted desires and the role I have willingly accepted. Yet, when the next session with Sun Hee begins, my hunger for her dominance takes over, and I am once again lost in the perverse world we've created.

Welcome to my life as Sun Hee's personal toilet, where humiliation and subservience are the only constant in an ever-changing landscape of depravity and domination.