The scene opened up in the lavish bathroom of the goddess Kitra, where she stood before her human slave, her majestic raiment flowing gently around her. She was holding a gilded chamber pot in one hand and a silken rope in the other, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she surveyed her unsuspecting servant.
"Today, my pet, we will be exploring a new path of submission," she purred, her voice like honeyed cream. Without further ado, she stepped back, giving him space to approach the gold-plated throne positioned before him. As he tentatively moved closer, his eyes fixed on the gleaming porcelain beneath him, he couldn't help but wonder what she had in store.
"Kneel before me," she commanded, her voice now carrying a note of authority. Obligingly, he dropped to his knees, bowing his head in submission. Slowly, she set the chamber pot down before him, spreading her legs wide so that it was positioned directly in front of her. "Now, open your mouth," she demanded sharply.
Swallowing nervously, the man opened his mouth as instructed, revealing his tongue and palate. The goddess approached him slowly, a predatory glint in her eyes. With precise movements, she positioned the tip of the chamber pot directly over his open mouth. "This is what you were made for," she said coldly, her voice now tinged with disgust. "This pathetic human body was created only to serve your every whim."
She gave him a significant look before pressing the pot's rim firmly against his lips, forcing them apart. The warm, stinky odor of her feces wafted over him as he felt the cold ceramic against his tongue. Tears began to well up in his eyes, but he dared not shed them, not in front of his divine mistress.
Slowly, she eased the pot down over his face, feeling the resistance as his lips tried to close around its edge. He gagged, choking on the putrid air as she lowered it down into his throat. With a final shove, she forced the entire contents of the chamber pot into his mouth, filling him to bursting. The mess seeped between his lips, down his chin, and dribbled onto his chest.
The goddess stepped back, surveying her work with an unreadable expression. She had always been cruel, but today she felt a strange thrill as she looked down at her human pet, contempt oozing from every pore. For a moment, she wondered if she should make him swallow every last drop, but then she decided against it. Let him live with the disgust, let it be a daily reminder of his place in her world.
Without another word, she turned and left the room, leaving the human to process what had just happened. As he struggled to breathe through the foul taste in his mouth and the unbearable pressure in his bowels, he couldn't help but feel a new found respect for his mistress. For she was truly beyond mortal understanding, and he was just a means to her divine ends.
