I want to fall in love with an obedient people pleaser, one that will hold in their poop until they *have* to release it in front of me.
Someone that feels embarrassment with my perverted requests, but complies anyway because they'll gladly please their boyfriend anytime.
Me knowing they've been desperately clenching back a week's worth of turds, so I propose the idea of going for a long stroll together, through the forest. They're too obedient to say no, but I catch their anxious fidgeting and reassure them it will be okay.
"Don't worry, baby. What's the worst that could happen, hm? If you feel crampy, we'll just sit down somewhere and I'll massage your tummy. And if you poop your pants, I'll make sure no one sees it."
Now that their worries are somewhat relieved, they will gladly indulge in my fantasy once again.
We're gonna do this time after time, until complying with my perverted requests has become the only love language they know. โก