Kitra, the divine goddess, stepped into her lavish bathroom, her tail swaying behind her seductively. She knew that her human toilet was waiting for her, bound in the custom-made chair, ready to receive her next offering. The goddess approached the toilet thoughtfully, wondering how much he had consumed already.
As she arrived at the throne-like toilet, she cast a seductive glance over her shoulder and addressed the bound man. "It's meal time," she purred, her voice dripping with desire. "My travel toilet can't suffer with just piss alone. No, he needs to consume my shit every time I feel the need to excrete some, and having him bound in the toilet chair makes his suffering a simple and comfortable affair for me."
Kitra knelt beside the toilet, her gentle hands moving to unbutton the man's lips. He tensed as she began to pull down his lower lip, exposing his pink, eager mouth. Slowly, she leaned in, her full breasts pressing against his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. "Open up and swallow my little shit eater," she commanded, her hot breath causing his body to shiver. "It's what you were built for."
With effort, the bound man opened his mouth wide, revealing his quivering tongue. As the goddess loomed closer, her musky scent enveloping him, he felt a warm, soft bulge press against his tongue. It grew larger, stretching his mouth wider than it had ever been before. Finally, with a moan of submission, he felt the warm, supple flesh slip past his lips and into his waiting mouth.
Kitra began to slowly push and pull the bulge, filling the man's mouth with her divine essence. He moaned again as she pressed deeper, teasing him with the promise of more. The goddess continued to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, her hips grinding against the bound man's face as she fed him her shit.
As she felt the man's mouth reaching capacity, Kitra withdrew the bulge slowly, savoring the sounds of his disappointment. She smiled cruelly, leaning over to whisper in his ear once more. "Do you really think you'll be content with just a taste?" She asked, and without waiting for an answer, she pressed her plump, round ass against his face, pushing him back down to the floor of the toilet.
Without hesitation, the bound man opened his mouth wide, gasping for air as Kitra's warm, supple flesh invaded his senses once again. This time, she pushed her shit deeper into his mouth, past the point of comfort, causing him to choke and gag. But still, he didn't resist, knowing that this was his purpose, his destiny.
Kitra watched with dark amusement as the man struggled to contain her offering, her hands resting on her hips. As he finally managed to swallow her entire payload, she smiled smugly. "Excellent work, my little toilet. Now clean yourself up, for you will be needed again soon." With that, she walked away, leaving the sobbing man in a puddle of his own tears and filth.
The bound man struggled to stand, shaking with relief and shame as he wiped the last remnants of Kitra's shit from his face. He didn't know how long he could endure this torture, but he knew that he would be there waiting whenever she called upon him. Soon, the sound of her flush echoed through the room, signaling the end of the encounter. The man knew that he had been used and desecrated, but he also knew that he would do anything to please his divine goddess, Kitra, even if it meant enduring her inhumane treatment.
