After finally moving to their new house and settling into their bigger studio, Goddess Tempest and her loyal slave had been extremely busy. The goddess's abdomen was cramping up, and she desperately needed to take a big, nasty shit. As she approached the bathroom, she realized that despite the new surroundings, the toilet was still broken.
Feeling irritated and slightly guilty for making her slave work so hard without a chance to relieve herself, Tempest decided to let him earn the honor of going down on her as she took a shit. The slave begged eagerly, knowing full well the punishment that would otherwise be in store for him.
Tempest made him massage her feet and lick her underwear before instructing him to lie face down on the floor. She then sat on his back, grinding her vagina into his nose as he worked his tongue deep into her asshole. With every thrust and grind, Tempest let out a moan of pleasure mixed with satisfaction at the thought of making her slave earn even more.
After some time, Tempest was ready to move on to the next task. She helped the slave into the bathtub, instructing him to sit on the edge with his back arched and his mouth open. She then positioned herself behind him, squatting over his face in a coital position as she prepared to push out her massive shitload into his mouth and over his face.
"Take it, slave," she commanded as she began pushing, feeling the warm, revolting mass of her shit sliding down his throat. The slave gagged and choked on the overwhelming stench and taste, but he didn't dare push her away or disobey her.
As the shitload slowly emptied from her asshole and filled the slave's mouth, the room filled with the putrid stench of feces and urine. Tempest took a moment to admire the mess on his face, a look of dark satisfaction spreading across her features.
"That's a good little toilet," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair and wipe off some of the excess shit. When she was finally satisfied, she stood up, allowing the slave to slump over in relief.
"Thank you for being such a cooperative toilet," she said with a smirk, kissing him on the forehead before grabbing a towel and wiping off the remaining mess.
With that, she left the room, leaving the defeated slave to clean up the rest of their mess. He knew he had earned his mistress's pleasure, but he couldn't help but feel degraded and used by her. Such was the life of a devoted slave to the all-powerful Goddess Tempest.
