You shirk from certain aspects of slavery and I’m not going to tolerate such lack of obedience. Although you deny the desire to serve as a toilet, I’m going to imprint it in your very brain. I’m going to take this foul, humiliating activity and make you want it like nothing else. You will not balk at guzzling my golden nectar or eating my dark caviar. You will accept them happily and eagerly as part of your slavery. A perfect way to eradicate those pesky limits.