A Goddess's Plaything: Toilet POV Quickie!
As I sat on the throne, my divine buttocks practically bursting through the thin fabric of my dress, I couldn't help but chuckle at my pathetic human toy below. His eyes were transfixed on my round, juicy butt cheeks, unable to tear themselves away from their heavenly perfection. Little did he know that he was nothing more than a convenience for me; a tool to be used at my every whim.
I leaned back slightly, feeling my weight forcefully pressing his nose deeper into my creamy, warm behind. His tongue lapped at my anus, cleaning it up after my latest indulgence. It was almost comical how eager he was to please me, how desperate he was to be claimed by his goddess. And yet, there was something strangely arousing about it all.
Without warning, I stood up and commanded him to look at me. His eyes darted upwards, meeting mine for a brief moment before dropping back down to my exposed crotch. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth wide, anticipating his next degrading task. I stepped forward, my long, silky legs wrapping around his head as I positioned myself over his face.
"Suck it clean, toy," I purred, letting my pussy slide down onto his tongue. My honeyed nectar coated his taste buds, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. His hands grasped at my thighs tightly, almost as if he needed the contact to keep from floating away on a cloud of ecstasy.
And just when I thought he couldn't possibly get any lower, I pulled away and let out a long, slow fart into his face. The putrid stench of rotten eggs filled the air as he struggled not to gag. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but still he remained loyal to me. "I love being owned by you, my goddess," he whispered hoarsely.
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving him there to wallow in his own filth. But even as I walked, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. After all, isn't that what being a goddess is all about? Using your power to manipulate and humiliate those beneath you?
As for me, well… I suppose I'll be back for more of his pathetic attempts at servitude. After all, sometimes even a divine being needs a good laugh.
