Goddess Tempest stood tall and proud, her lingerie clinging to every curve of her perfect body. She took a long, slow drag on her cigarette as she gazed down at the slave at her feet. He knelt, his eyes locked on her pussy, which was exposed by the delicate fabric of her thong. She could feel his longing, his desire filling the air around her.
"Don't you just wish you were under me right now where you belong?" she purred, amusement lacing her voice.
The slave's eyes widened, and he could feel himself growing hard at the thought of being at her mercy.
"Your mouth wide open at it's rightful place under my vagina to swallow every drop of my golden urine and under my anus to chew and savor the taste of my explosive shits?"
His heart raced as he imagined the filthy things she was asking of him. He wanted nothing more than to obey her every command.
"See me as I'm having the grossest shit explosions on the toilet and make my slave Devoted Sub clean my toilet afterwards."
Goddess Tempest took a moment to savor the thought before continuing.
"Around the 3 minute mark as I push solid shits out you can actually see me getting when from relieve and pleasure."
The slave could feel himself getting harder and harder as he imagined worshiping her body in such a revolting yet erotic way.
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Goddess Tempest flicked her cigarette ash and walked away, leaving the slave to his dirty fantasies. But he knew they were just that: fantasies. For now, at least. He vowed that one day, he would be at her feet, worshiping her in every way she desired.
As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, he felt a sudden urge to pee. He couldn't help but think of Goddess Tempest and the image of his mouth underneath her pussy, lips parted in anticipation of her golden flow. He closed his eyes and began to imagine it more vividly, relishing in the thought of being so completely dominated by her.
Without warning, a powerful rush of liquid flooded his bladder. It was as if Goddess Tempest herself had filled him from the inside out. His mouth watered in anticipation as he knelt there, his eyes locked on her shapely legs dangling in front of him.
With a sudden gush, she released her golden nectar onto the floor, and he latched onto her thigh with his teeth. He breathed in the heady aroma of her pee, feeling himself grow more aroused by the second. As she moaned with pleasure, he lapped at the puddle around his face, savoring the taste of her urine.
Finally, she released him, and he fell backwards, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked up at her, his eyes shining with adoration. She smiled down at him, satisfaction enveloping her every move.
"You're such a dirty little thing," she purred, kicking him lightly in the chest. "Time to clean up your mess."
He scrambled to his feet, then scurried over to the puddle of golden liquid on the floor. He grabbed a cloth and began to wipe it up, his mind still consumed with the thought of worshiping her in such a depraved manner.
As he worked, he couldn't help but wonder when she would ask him to do it again. And this time, he wouldn't hesitate. Not for a second. For he was her devout servant, willing to do anything to please her, no matter how filthy or degrading.
