TISSUES?

As Noah delved into the most debasing aspect of Edward's training – the act of cleaning his master's buttocks with his tongue – he approached the task with a solemn sense of duty, understanding the necessity of obedience and submission in the twisted hierarchy of Thornwood Estate.

"Edward," Noah began, his voice steady but compassionate, "as a toilet ****, it is our duty to attend to every aspect of our master's needs, no matter how unpleasant. This includes the cleaning of his buttocks after defecation, using only our tongues as tissue paper."

Edward's stomach churned with revulsion at Noah's words, his mind recoiling at the thought of such intimate servitude. But he knew better than to question his master's commands, understanding that disobedience was not an option in the merciless world of Thornwood Estate.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Edward reluctantly approached his master, his tongue trembling with revulsion. Closing his eyes against the overwhelming sense of shame, he **** himself to steel his resolve for what was to come.

With a deep breath, Edward tentatively began to lick his master's buttocks, his stomach churning with revulsion at the foul taste. Summoning every ounce of willpower he possessed, he **** himself to suppress the instinctive urge to retch, knowing that failure was not an option.

As he continued to lap obediently at his master's skin, Edward felt a sense of humiliation wash over him like a tidal wave. But Noah was there beside him, offering words of encouragement and support, reminding him of the importance of his role in serving their master.

"You're doing well, Edward," Noah murmured, his voice a steady anchor amidst the turmoil of Edward's emotions. "Remember why we do this – for the sake of our master's comfort and satisfaction."

With Noah's guidance, Edward pressed on, each agonizing lick a bitter reminder of his own degradation. Though every fiber of his being rebelled against the act, he knew that he had **** but to endure – for in the crucible of Thornwood Estate's twisted reality, obedience was the only path to survival.