As I sat on the throne, my divine presence radiating through the air, I contemplated the actions I'd take with my latest toilet submissive. They had so much to learn about true worship of a goddess like me. With a sigh of indifference, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let loose a massive turd onto the worship plate before me. The feeling of release was divine as I watched the warm, steaming pile land right in front of me.
Opening my eyes once more, I leaned forward, placing my hands on the edge of the porcelain bowl, and gazed down at my creation. It was then that I began to speak, my words carrying weight that was impossible for them not to obey. "You see this? This is what you were made for. This is what you were created to worship. You will show me your devotion by dropping to your knees and bowing before it."
Slowly, they followed my command. Kneeling down, their eyes locked on the massive turd in front of them, they dropped to their knees, their hands clasped together in prayer-like supplication. A shiver ran down my spine as I saw the pure, unadulterated devotion in their eyes. "Good," I said softly, "now sniff it."
Without hesitation, they leaned in closer, taking long, deep breaths of the pungent smell that emanated from my divine waste. I watched as their eyes watered slightly, and smirked to myself. "That's it," I said, a note of pleasure in my voice. "Now, kiss it. Kiss my godly shit with all the passion you have in your worthless heart."
Slowly, almost as if in a trance, they leaned forward, pressing their lips against the cool surface of my turd. "Goddess Zephyr's shit is my God!," they whispered softly, their voice thick with emotion. It was then that I realized how truly committed they were to their worship of me.
Feeling a stirring between my legs, I smiled and stood up, leaving them there on the floor, their face still pressed against my shit. I moved towards the kitchen, humming to myself as thoughts of my next moves danced through my mind. This was just the beginning for them, the tip of the iceberg when it came to their true training.
As I turned on the kitchen faucet to pour myself a glass of water, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement at the thought of what I had planned for them next. "Crawl back here, you sick fuck," I commanded, not bothering to turn around.
Obediently, they crawled across the floor on all fours, their eyes locked on my shit-coated heels. When they reached me, they immediately pressed their face back into my divine waste, their tongue darting out to taste it. "You see, my little cucky," I purred, running my fingers through their hair. "This is what true submission looks like."
