As Kitra, the all-powerful goddess, opened her eyes to the third day of her nefarious experiment, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of triumph. The mere thought of her human toilet awaiting her every indulgence filled her with an intoxicating mix of control and pleasure.
She rose from her celestial bed, her glittering gown flowing softly around her perfectly sculpted form. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the unfortunate creature who would be her personal receptacle for the next few hours.
The man appeared before her, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Without a word, Kitra turned her back on him and let out a long, slow sigh. It was time to once again assert her divine dominance over this pitiful mortal.
Soon enough, Kitra felt her insides stirring. The warmth and pressure building up within her led her to the bathroom, where she lowered herself onto the throne. She gazed down at her trembling toilet, his eyes fixed upon her, begging for mercy.
"Open wide," she commanded, her voice echoing off the marble walls. Obligingly, the man parted his lips, revealing the raw hunger in his eyes. Kitra knew he was eager to please her; after all, this was his purpose now.
With a triumphant smile curling her lips, Kitra released a torrent of foul-smelling shit into her toilet's waiting mouth. He greedily consumed every last drop, his face contorting in disgust and pleasure as he savored the godly waste.
As day three came to a close, Kitra felt more powerful than ever before. Her human toilet had served her well, fulfilling his humiliating duties without complaint. She could feel the bond between them growing stronger, their shared experience forging an unbreakable chain of servitude.
Tomorrow would bring new challenges, and Kitra couldn't wait to see what her twisted imagination had in store for her toilet. He would be ready, she knew that much. For now, though, she retires to her luxurious chambers, content in the knowledge that her words and feces prevail over all.
