Mistress Gaia strutted into her luxurious bathroom, channeling the power of her goddess-like presence. She could feel her slave's eyes on her every move, even as he was chained under the toilet bowl, head bowed low in submission. She knew he was hungry—starving, in fact—after she had left him without any food for an entire day. But that was all part of her plan.
"Raise your head, slave," she commanded, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the scent of his submission. The man groaned and obeyed, his eyes meeting hers for the briefest moment before dropping back down to the floor.
"Today," she began, her tone barely concealing the pleasure she took in tormenting him, "I shall feed you as you deserve." Her words sent chills down his spine. He knew what was coming—he knew exactly what she was up to. Her poop. Her divine shit. His stomach churned with both dread and anticipation.
She stepped away from him, her perfect body swaying slightly as she moved towards her vanity table. She picked up a small silver dish, decorated with intricate engravings that glinted in the morning light streaming through the window. In her other hand, she held a small golden spoon, equally ornate and shimmering with an otherworldly radiance.
She walked back over to him, slowly, deliberately. He could see the trail of her shit still clinging to the toilet paper she had used to wipe her bottom earlier. His cock throbbed again, despite his best efforts to suppress it. It was pathetic, really, how aroused he was by her insane domination over him. But he loved it—he loved every sick, twisted moment of it.
"Open your mouth, slave," she ordered, her voice taking on a husky, seductive tone that made his entire body tremble. He complied without hesitation, gaping his mouth open like a fish out of water. She leaned over him, dangling the dish so close to his face that he could almost taste its contents.
"Say it," she purred, running the golden spoon along the rim of his open mouth. "Say how much you want my divine poop."
"I want your divine poop, Mistress Gaia," he murmured, tasting her words on his tongue. She smiled, a predatory grin that sent shivers down his spine.
"Then taste it," she commanded, and with that, she scooped up a tiny, tantalizing mound of her shit with the golden spoon and pushed it into his mouth. He moaned as it hit the back of his throat, his cock throbbing harder than ever. She was right—it was addictive.
She fed him slowly, savoring the sight of his submission as he opened his mouth greedily to accept each morsel of her shit. Every scoop made him hungrier for more, and she knew it. She teased him, making him beg for just a little bit more, before pulling back and stepping away again.
When she was finally satisfied, she moved once again towards the vanity table, leaving him alone and chained under the toilet. He watched as she picked up a small camera and took a picture of him, covered from head to toe in her divine poop. He knew what came next—she would post it online, for all her followers to see. And he would be there, commenting on it, worshiping her.
With a small smile on her lips, she disappeared from his view, leaving him there to ponder his depraved fate. He loved it—he truly did. And he could not wait for the next time she would grace him with her divine shit.
