The Goddess Tempest, seated on her luxurious golden throne, looked down at her attendant with contempt. He knelt before her, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation, as he held a gold plated shit plate that was cold against his tensed up stomach. The goddess shared a wicked smirk with the camera, knowing exactly what she was about to do to her slave.
"Take the plate," she commanded, her voice harsh and demanding. Her attendant hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and taking the plate from her. As he did so, he tried his best not to breathe in the foul smell that emanated from it.
The goddess watched with satisfaction as he kneeled in front of her, the plate now held tremblingly before him. She nodded once, dismissing him from her presence, and he was forced to stand up from his knees with a groan. All he could think about was the upcoming torture he was about to face.
Minutes later, the goddess called his name again, and he hurried back into her presence. She stared down at him with an unapologetic gaze, her mouth curled into a malicious smile.
"Your mistress's asshole is still dirty," she purred, running her finger slowly along the crack of her ass. "It needs to be licked clean by your disgusting slave tongue."
His mouth immediately filled with saliva, and he lowered his head to the floor, pressing his tongue to the puckered flesh of her asshole. She moaned softly in pleasure as he lapped up the remaining traces of feces, grinding his face against her ass cheeks.
Finally, she pulled him away roughly by the hair, nearly causing him to cry out in pain. She rose from her throne, her dress swirling around her legs, and strode purposefully towards him. The air was thick with tension as she reached down and grasped his chin in her hand, forcing him to look up at her.
"Now, you will receive a reward," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. She leaned down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back as she raised one leg up high behind him.
With a quick and powerful movement, she released a thick, viscous pile of shit directly into her hand. Before he could even react, she shoved it roughly into his mouth, filling his throat with the foul taste of her waste. He gagged and choked as she pressed her hand against the back of his nose, forcing him to breathe in the stench of his own filthy mouth.
"Swallow," she ordered coldly, and he did as he was told. His stomach churned with revulsion as he forced himself to swallow the warm, fecal matter. For a moment, there was silence in the room, broken only by the sound of his swallowing.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she dismissed him once again with a wave of her hand. He knelt on the floor, head bowed in submission, as he waited for her next command. The scene closed with a shot of the goddess Tempest, still seated on her throne, her eyes glittering dangerously as they reflected the flames from the torches that lit her chamber.
