Goddess Tempest, also known as Tempest to her friends and admirers, was a stunningly beautiful woman with a body that commanded attention. Her sensual movements and seductive aura made it impossible for anyone not to be drawn to her.
One aspect of her life that many were fascinated by was her lifestyle of living off others' misfortunes. As a goddess, she demanded complete submission from those around her, which often meant using them as living toilets—including eating her shit.
Among her many slaves, one stood out: Devoted Sub, a man who had been with her for years. He was her primary toilet, trained to be constantly available whenever she needed him to open his mouth wide and take in her shit. Their relationship was unique in its twisted way, but it was clear that they both derived immense pleasure from it.
On this particular day, Tempest was feeling particularly bubbly and energetic. After a hearty breakfast, she decided it was time to reward Devoted Sub for his unwavering loyalty. She called him into her chambers, her ass already tingling with anticipation of the delicious load she was about to unload into his mouth.
Devoted Sub entered the room nervously, his eyes glued to her shapely behind. As he approached her, he felt his own cock start to stir in anticipation of what was about to happen. Without saying a word, Tempest lowered herself onto the floor, her perfect ass pointing up towards him.
"Make sure you clean my asshole properly this time," she demanded softly. "I don't want any leftovers in there."
Without hesitation, Devoted Sub knelt down, his face inches from her perfect ass. He took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent as he began to lick her anus clean. The taste of her ass was always unique—salty with a hint of sweetness—but he couldn't get enough of it.
As he continued to work his tongue in and around her tight sphincter, Tempest began to groan quietly, her body starting to shudder with pleasure. She knew her shit was about to hit the fan, pun intended.
"Open wider," she commanded softly. "Make sure you fit as much as you can in your mouth."
Devoted Sub obeyed without hesitation, his mouth wide open as he awaited his goddess's bounty. Tempest braced herself against the nearest surface, preparing for the onslaught of shit that was about to come out of her.
With one final push, her asshole opened up, releasing a massive turd into his waiting mouth. It was bigger than any he had ever tasted before, filling up his mouth to overflowing. He struggled to keep it in, gulping down as much as he could before it started to spill out.
"That's it, my love," Tempest cooed, giving him a loving squeeze on his shoulder. "Keep swallowing every last drop."
As he struggled to contain the onslaught of shit, Tempest pulled him closer to her, their bodies entwined. She could feel his hands rubbing against her thighs, her skin tingling at the contact. She glanced down at him, watching as he struggled to keep up with her incredible shitting process.
"I know it's a lot to take," she murmured softly, softly brushing her fingers against his cheek. "But it's my gift to you. You're so special to me."
As he struggled to keep up, Tempest felt herself orgasm. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she watched him take every last inch of her shit and swallow it without complaint. It was the ultimate act of submission and worship, and she loved every beautiful second of it.
Finally, as the last bits of shit disappeared into his mouth, Devoted Sub fell back, panting heavily. He looked up at his goddess, his eyes shining with love and admiration.
"You're amazing," he breathed. "Absolutely incredible."
Tempest smiled down at him, her soft lips brushing against his forehead. She leaned down, giving him a slow, sensual kiss before standing up.
"You did well, my love," she purred, smoothing down her dress. "Time to clean yourself up and get ready for our next adventure."
With that, she turned away from him, leaving him to wipe his face and mouth clean with a handkerchief she had provided. He looked at the handkerchief for a moment, a small part of him wishing he could keep at least some of her shit as a keepsake. But he knew better than to disobey his goddess's orders—especially when she was so sweet and loving afterward.
As he watched her leave the room, his cock started to stir once again. He couldn't wait for his next opportunity to worship her—whether that meant eating her shit or any other form of submission she desired. He was hers, truly and completely, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
In conclusion, Tempest and Devoted Sub shared a unique and twisted relationship, but their love for each other was clear. Their dynamic involved extreme acts of submission, faith, and pleasure as they navigated through their kinks and desires.
