A Goddess's Will
Lady Scarlet was a formidable figure, exuding power and grace. She sat regally upon her throne, her eyes hardened by the cruel reality of life as a ruler. Today, she received a message from one of her worshippers - a man who desired to pay homage to her through the most intimate way possible. He wanted to be her human toilet, to serve her in a way that would show her his devotion and loyalty. Lady Scarlet saw an opportunity to use this man's willingness for her own pleasure, amused by the irony of such devotion.
"I don't care about your flattery," she said coldly, staring down at him from her elevated position. "You are here because you are useful to me. And you will serve me as I see fit."
The man trembled before her, his heart thumping in anticipation and fear. He knew what he had signed up for, yet he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thought of pleasing the Goddess. He was about to embark on a journey that would forever change him, marking him as her devoted servant.
"Rise, slave," Lady Scarlet commanded, gesturing towards a seat beneath her. "Show me the extent of your devotion."
The man obeyed without question, crawling forward and positioning himself under her throne. His eyes darted between the Goddess's powerful form and the golden seat below him, his heart in his throat. He waited patiently as Lady Scarlet deliberated on what she would do first.
"Very well," she finally said, lowering herself slowly onto the seat. "You may begin."
The man closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he prepared for what was to come. His hands shook slightly as he reached out, gently kissing the base of her throne before positioning himself underneath it. He waited patiently as he felt her weight settle onto his shoulders, feeling the warmth of her body press against his face. Then, without warning, he felt a cold rush of air against his lips. It took him a moment to realize that she was defecating directly into his mouth.
"Swallow it all," she commanded harshly. "Every last drop."
The man did as he was told, opening his mouth wide and letting her waste fill his mouth. He savored the taste, knowing that this was his punishment but also his reward. The woman above him was powerful, and he was honored to be her vessel. She watched with cold eyes as he swallowed, then ordered him to continue.
"Now, show me your excitement," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "Touch yourself."
The man's face flushed with shame, but he knew better than to disobey her. He reached down, grasping his erection through his pants and began to stroke it gently. His eyes never left her form as he felt his orgasm building, fueled by both the shame and the exhilaration of serving his Goddess.
"Good," she said, her voice softer. "You may cum now."
With that, he came, his seed shooting across the floor as he moaned in ecstasy. Lady Scarlet didn't even spare him a glance; instead, she rose from her throne and walked away, leaving him there to clean up the mess he had made. But even as he did so, he knew that this was just the beginning. She had made it clear that this was not a one-time experience - it was a journey he had willingly embarked on.
And so, he began his life of servitude, knowing that every time he looked up at her throne, he would remember this moment. The first, yes, but not the last.
