What do you think you're doing? Using the toilet? In MY house? Yeah right. No way. I'm dressed in a slutty little outfit and I'm your mean host. I taunt and humiliate you as you struggle to hold it in and try so hard to convince me to move aside so you can use the bathroom. I berate you and make you beg more. You begin to feel ill for how bad you have to go. I am clearly getting immense pleasure from watching you this way. You're going to poop your pants and I'm going to watch. I reveal the reason you have to go so badly is because I slipped you laxatives. You are going to explode into your pants and there's nothing you can do. It's only a matter of time. Beg me for mercy. The laxatives have made you too weak and desperate to push past me, I'd kick you to the floor. There's no hope but to beg and plead and bargain. I get so honry watching you come apart and make you show me your pooped pants. It turns me on so much. I'm going ot keep you here I think, as my pantypooping slave.