Once inside the luxurious bathroom, the devoted slave kneeled patiently before Goddess Kitra. His eyes were transfixed on her beautiful form as she slid her full weight onto the golden throne - the very same toilet he had spent hours cleaning and preparing for her divine arrival.
"Now it's my turn to empty my delicious goddess shit into his awaiting mouth," she announced, her voice resonating through the marble-lined room with unmistakable authority. The slave's heart quickened with anticipation as he watched her graceful figure adjust in front of him.
Slowly, she lowered her luscious behind just enough to allow the stream of hot, steaming excrement to flow freely from her sacred temple. The smell was intoxicating, a powerful aphrodisiac that filled every inch of the room.
His tongue darted out instinctively, tasting the thick, creamy fluid as it began to trickle down his chin. He positioned himself perfectly beneath her, his face inches from her divine opening. She could sense his desperation and excitement, and Kitra couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins.
"Open wide, my slave," she commanded, her voice heavy with seduction. As he obeyed without hesitation, she felt his warm breath on her sensitive skin. It sent shivers down her spine, making her even wetter and ready to release everything inside of her.
Without further prompting, she pushed forward, releasing a torrent of thick, rich feces straight into his eagerly waiting mouth. The sound of it splattering against his face and tongue echoed through the room, amplified by the silenced reverence.
Her full weight bore down on him now, pressing him deeper into submission as he worked his tongue harder than ever before, sucking and licking every last drop of her divine essence. She watched intently as he swallowed every last drop, gulping down the potent mixture of fear and desire that coursed through his veins.
As the final drops of her shit disappeared into his stomach, she pulled away slowly, an air of satisfaction and triumph emanating from her divine form. This was power; this was control; this was the ultimate surrender. The slave looked up at her with adoration, his eyes wide and filled with love as he awaited her next command.
