In a luxurious and spacious kitchen, the confident and alluring Goddess Anita was going about her daily routine. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to her human toilet who was dutifully waiting by her side. Without a word, she motioned for him to kneel down before her and once he was in position, she let loose a torrent of diarrhea all over the floor, blanketing it in a layer of warm, steaming feces. Her toilet's mouth watered as he watched in awe as his beloved Mistress defecated so beautifully.
As if reading his thoughts, Goddess Anita turned her attention towards him, her gaze softening just a bit. "Do you want some, my little toilet?" she purred, her voice dripping with temptation. He nodded eagerly, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.
Slowly but surely, Goddess Anita lowered herself down onto the messy floor, letting her eyes travel up and down his quivering body. "Come now, my toilet," she commanded, "show me just how much you love your Mistress's shit." Without another word, he crawled over to her and began licking her anus clean, savoring every drop of her divine diarrhea. She groaned softly, her hands running through his hair as she encouraged him to consume all of it.
As he lapped up every last bit of her shit, Goddess Anita watched with pride, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was moments like these that reminded her why she enjoyed having a human toilet so much – their devotion and dedication to her were truly awe-inspiring. When he finally finished, he looked up at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "Was there anything else you needed from your toilet today, my Goddess?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Her smile widened as she leaned down and kissed him lightly on the forehead, her soft breath tickling his skin. "Not today, my toilet. But know that you are always welcome to partake in your Mistress's shit whenever you wish." And with that, she stood up, her majestic figure towering over him once more.
