Let me explain a simple Lie.
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I keep the bathroom as neat as possible... for a bachelor that is. It just made sense in a home filled with people always coming and going. Back then it was drilled into our heads: keep the toilet clean. All told, it's a very good habit.
Everyone enjoys taking a piss. Everyone has experienced the bliss after the last turd has left the System. And without fail...
EVERYONE
has a certain expectation: some level of Privacy.
My House; my Rules.
Occasionally this will be the case. However... My Will is First. Should I require something from you... even just an answer to an ordinary Question...
I WILL NOT SPEAK THROUGH A DOOR
. Should I require anything it is Mine.
I Understand... more than many. Let's assume something crude yet simple: I want a blowjob and you're taking a piss. It's Morning... and I've completed my Morning Piss Ritual some time earlier. Just a typical Day Off really...
Except for the cell resting within your reach. I actually hope it does sound off; the expected call is for a job you've been fussing over for nearly a month now. All Good Thoughts aside... this is My Moment until that thrice-damned Tech ruins everything.
Rough sex... whatever the popular phrasing is... I show little concern as I fill your mouth. I also show no expectation... just a calm acceptance of Here/Now.
In this... you become part of Everything I Notice... and Accept as Background. Here is where the Lie is first revealed... for you would claim Humanity within the Bathroom's walls; I have stripped this away; you are a Thing in My Bathroom.
And I keep my Bathroom Clean. So the Lie is fractured further... for I will ensure you wipe carefully. And again you cling to Humanity... sensing your Age shrink oddly until you Feel like a child. This is not so; a Child is Human; you are a thing. I will keep you Clean... and in this Room I will see to this. Personally.
I blow my load. Crude? This is not Sex; this is one more Step within my Morning Ritual. I will clean myself, heave a sigh and face the Light of Day... just another Day in Paradise. Once I leave the bathroom... Life will be there... waiting to burn away any Honesty... scarring my Essence with blinding Rage-barely-kept-in-check. Out there... Chaos; but for now... there is Order...
MY Order
.
And you are a part of this. For this I am eternally grateful... and see no Reason to keep this Hidden from you. Yet I find it strange that you must be Reminded... for I Sense the Shame crawling up your spine even as the running water reminds you of why you're sitting on the toilet. I hear your distinctive tinkle... and Listen to your breathing. It betrays your Thoughts.
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Outside things are almost Standard. Anal Sex. Bondage. All told... everything seems... different.
This is the Lie... this is what I would see Die within your Eyes. Owned and pushed to Limits never thought Possible... and beyond; yet there is always the expectation of Humanity. You cling to it desperately within the Bathroom... and never give it a Second Thought. Suddenly... you are not Human. You look at the toilet... and see yourself there. This disgusts you. It is unsanitary. Even KNOWING I keep a clean Bathroom... you Fear the Day will come.
You cling to Humanity there.
Use the Right Tool for the Job
; yet you still Fear the Day. You can taste it over the Horizon... see echoes of it in every angry flash my gaze happens to maybe-reflect/reveal. You cling to Humanity... by drenching your Thoughts in filthy sensations.
