Goddess Tempest, or simply Tempest as she prefers to be called, walks elegantly into the luxurious bathroom of her opulent mansion. The aroma of fresh flowers and lavender candles fill the air, creating an atmosphere of tranquility that contrasts sharply with the strange yet strangely alluring ritual about to unfold. She's been asked countless times about what it's like to use a human toilet on a daily basis, and today she'll show her adoring fans just that.
Her attire befits her goddess-like status: a flowing red robe that accentuates her curves and the fine jewelry that adorns her neck and wrists. Tempest approaches the lavish wooden toilet throne adorned with golden accents, where her devoted slave, Sub, nervously awaits her arrival. The toilet seat is slightly raised, revealing his exposed lower region dressed in a silk wrapper tied at the waist, exposing his erect cock for all to see.
Tempest greets him without looking back, her voice emotionless, "Good morning, toilet." There's no response from Sub, only the gentle rustling of his wrapper as he tries to contain his excitement. The aroma of his bowels is strong in the air, signaling that he's been waiting patiently for her arrival. She crouches down and inspects his exposed opening, noting with satisfaction how prepared he is for her use.
Without further ado, Tempest sits on the cool wooden seat and grants Sub her permission to serve his purpose, "You may begin now." He immediately lowers his head and takes a deep breath before pressing his lips against her tight anus, ready to taste the disgusting odor that emanates from within. It's a task most would find revolting, but for Sub, it's a privilege he cherishes. His eager tongue darts in and out of her asshole, savoring every drop of her feces as it oozes from her tight orifice.
As she begins to defecate, Tempest casually reads from a magazine perched on the armrest, unfazed by the fact that her toilet slave is performing oral sex on her as she relieves herself. The sound of his slurping and smacking echoes through the room as she takes her time, enjoying every moment of his servitude. When she's finished, she pulls the magazine away from her face and watches as Sub eagerly swallows the last bit of shit that remains in his mouth.
Tempest then reaches down and pats his head softly, "Good boy, clean yourself now." Sub obediently takes the magazine from her hand and pulls it out from under the toilet seat, using it to wipe away any remaining fecal matter from her asshole. He then uses his hands to gently cleanse her crack, careful not to miss a single trace of her filth. Once satisfied, he returns the used magazine to its place on the armrest.
Tempest stands up and steps away, allowing Sub to perform one final act of devotion - opening his mouth wide so she can see how much of her shit remains inside. It's a sight both repulsive and arousing for her, like a fine wine paired perfectly with an expensive meal. With a final glance at her toilet slave's empty mouth, she steps out of frame, leaving him to finish cleaning up after himself.
This daily routine might seem unusual to outsiders, but for Tempest and her human toilet, it's their twisted version of normalcy. She has complete control over him, using him whenever she pleases without hesitation or reservation. To her, he's just another piece of property for her convenience and pleasure. And though it may be unconventional, she derives immense satisfaction from knowing she holds such power over another human being.
