As the clock struck midnight, Miss Infinity stepped out of her opulent golden carriage, her majestic eyes scanning the hilltop mansion. She was the Goddess of the Underworld, and tonight she had decided to visit her human toilet. The toilet had been waiting anxiously in her chambers, eagerly anticipating her arrival.
The door creaked open, and there stood Miss Infinity, clad in her customary black thigh-high boots and a latex catsuit that clung to her every curve. She made her way towards the bed where the human toilet lay prostrate, its heart racing with excitement and fear at the same time.
The toilet, barely able to contain its eagerness, began with the ritual of honoring its mistress. It started by lavishing attention on her feet, taking in their divine scent and gently kissing each toe before moving up her legs, soaping her thighs and stroking her inner thigh. When it reached the apex of her thighs, it hesitated for a moment, unsure of what awaited it.
Miss Infinity leaned back on her luxurious pillows, her gaze locked onto her toilet, a knowing smile spread across her lips. "Go on, slave," she commanded. "Show me how much you desire me."
With trembling hands, the toilet opened its mouth wide, ready to accept its mistress's offerings. The first was her saliva, warm and slightly sweet, trickling down its tongue like honey. Next came her golden nectar, thick and rich, coating the walls of the toilet's mouth and making it feel alive with pleasure.
As the toilet continued to savor the nectar, Miss Infinity reached down between its legs and extracted a large dollop of caviar. The salty burst of flavor combined with the warmth and pleasure sent the toilet spiraling into ecstasy. "Oh, Goddess," it moaned, unable to contain its bliss.
Miss Infinity watched with satisfaction as her toilet writhed in pleasure, his body trembling with each wave of joy that coursed through it. She reached down and plucked a piece of wet lint from the bed, rolling it between her fingers before balling it up and pushing it deep into the toilet's mouth.
"Swallow it, slave," she commanded, her voice like a low growl in the quiet room. The toilet hesitated for a moment before obeying, closing its eyes and pushing the lump down its throat. It felt the lump expand in its stomach, growing larger with each passing moment.
When Miss Infinity was satisfied that her toilet had obediently ingested everything she had given it, she rose from the bed, her clothes still damp with sweat and other fluids. "That's a good slave," she purred, running the back of her hand across the toilet's smeared lips. "Now clean yourself up and wait for my next visit."
With that, she turned on her heel and disappeared through the door, leaving the exhausted but satisfied toilet to clean itself up. As it lay there in the afterglow of its mistress's visit, it could only fantasize about the next time it would be privileged enough to serve her.
