As the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve in 2025, Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom found herself contemplating her plans for the year ahead. She had spent the past twelve months establishing her dominatrix business, acquiring a loyal clientele who eagerly awaited her every command. However, amidst her busy schedule, she had overlooked one important aspect of their request - feeding their 'toilet'.
Dea's toilet was a custom-built chamber where submissives would lie in wait, immobilized and helpless with anticipation. Their only purpose was to serve as a receptacle for Dea's excrement. It had been over a year since their last meal, leaving the toilet eagerly anticipating its next feeding.
Upon entering the chamber in the new year of 2026, Dea found her toilet exactly as she had left it - motionless and bound with layers upon layers of plastic wrap. She couldn't help but chuckle at their dedication to serving her. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she decided to make their long-awaited meal extra special.
Choosing a selection of different positions, Dea positioned herself on top of the toilet, allowing her divine ass to hover tantalizingly close to its awaiting lips. She sat there for a moment, savoring the anticipation that must be coursing through its body. Finally, she decided it was time.
Taking a plastic funnel, Dea poured a generous portion of her own urine down the toilet's throat, coating its insides with the warm, amber liquid. Satisfied that not a drop would go to waste, she unleashed her chocolate cream pie into the waiting orifice.
"Enjoy your meal, my toilet," she purred, her voice filled with both amusement and an undeniable sense of control. And with that, she waved goodbye, leaving her captive to bask in the glorious sensation of being filled to capacity with her excrement.
As the orgasmic shudders began to course through its body, Dea couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. She had fed her toilet well, ensuring that it would be sated for some time to come. With another year ahead of her, filled with endless possibilities for domination and control, she knew that her toilet would never go hungry again.
