Goddess Tempest stood before her human toilet, her gorgeous eyes scanning his face. She could feel the building pressure within her gut, a strong urge to relieve herself. It had been days since she last went to the bathroom, and with each passing moment, the need grew more insistent.
"Slave," she said, calling him over with a flick of her finger, "I need you to prepare yourself. I am about to take a massive shit, and I want you to be ready."
The slave nodded his head in understanding, his heart racing with anticipation. He knelt down before her, lowering his mouth close to her exposed backside. She smiled cruelly, knowing exactly what she was about to do.
"You are to lick my ass hard," she commanded in a deep, authoritative voice. "Make sure you get every smelly wrinkle clean. You're not doing a good job if you can't make me feel nice and clean."
The slave leaned forward, pressing his tongue against her anus as he tried to please her. However, it wasn't enough for the goddess. She slapped his face hard, the sting causing him to cry out in pain.
"You pathetic piece of shit," she spat, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his head back. "You better get that tongue deep in there, or I'll make you regret it."
His tongue danced around her anus, pushing deeper and exploring every inch. He could feel the warmth and thickness of her impending turd, and he knew it was going to be immense.
"Open your mouth," she finally ordered, the pressure within her too much to bear any longer.
Without hesitation, the slave opened his mouth wide, awaiting the arrival of her giant turd. And then it happened. The first thick, creamy turd slid out slowly, pushing past his lips and onto his tongue. It was like nothing he'd ever tasted before – it was warm, thick, and filled with an unspeakable intensity.
Slowly, steadily, four more enormous turds followed, each one thicker and creamier than the last. He struggled to keep them all in his mouth, chewing slowly and deliberately as she'd instructed him to do. The pleasure and arousal he felt at being so completely humiliated and used was almost too much to bear.
As he finished chewing the last of her turds, he looked up at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and admiration. She was truly magnificent, he thought, feeling a wave of devotion wash over him. Without thinking, he swallowed the last mouthful of her thick, creamy waste, feeling it slide down his throat and into his stomach.
Goddess Tempest watched him, her eyes glinting with amusement and satisfaction. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, the arousal she derived from his complete and utter submission. As he looked up at her, his eyes filled with love and adoration, she knew that he would do anything for her – even if it meant taking a broken toilet seat to the face.
She reached out and gently stroked his cheek, a small smile gracing her lips. "That was amazing, slave," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "Now clean up the mess and be ready for my next load."
And so he cleaned up the mess, wiping the sticky remains from his face and lips. He couldn't wait for the next time she would choose him to be her personal toilet, knowing that each and every time would be better than the last.
Be sure to check out all her other intense and kinky clips, he thought to himself, already hard at the thought of pleasing his divine mistress once again.
