My boyfriend and I have decided that we need a pair of his-and-her human toilets in order to round out our stable of slaves. Looks like you and your pathetic little girlfriend have drawn the short straw because you wake up restrained and encased in your new home. I explain to you your new role, and just what has been done to your sweet little girlfriend. You'll both be living off the delicious golden nectar, and perfect of two superior beings - my boyfriend and I. The transition will be difficult for you, of course, but before long you'll abandon all hope of rescue and come to accept your new position in life. There's no point in holding off training, so why don't we begin now? It's time for your first mouthful...