Goddess Tempest was in the bathroom, her huge, majestic ass cheeks barely contained by the thong she wore. The toilet slave, kneeling before her, could only stare up in awe and fear at the imposing woman looming over him. His own pathetic erection bobbed in front of him, a testament to the power she held over him.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice gentle but firm. He obeyed without hesitation, his jaw quivering as she approached. The warm, fetid breath of her ass filled his nostrils as she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her massive bulk shaking the thin porcelain.
With a malicious grin, Goddess Tempest reached back and took a massive, dripping shit from her ass crack. The feces was hot and steaming, reeking of sulfur and rotten eggs. She held it before his gaping mouth, savoring the look of terror in his eyes.
"Suck it up," she growled, then shoved the enormous shit into his open mouth. He gagged around it, his throat working convulsively, but he couldn't escape the suffocating intrusion. Goddess Tempest laughed darkly, watching the veins in his neck corded as he struggled to swallow the massive log.
As she sat there, savoring the look of agony on her toilet slave's face, she realized with a chill of excitement that she was getting off on this power trip as much as she was on the physical act itself. It was intoxicating to have such complete control over another human being, to reduce them to nothing more than a living waste bucket.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her toilet slave finished swallowing the last of the disgusting shit. She reached down and splashed some water on his face, wiping off the strings of saliva and shit that coated his chin. "Good boy," she purred, stroking his cheek with the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Standing up, Goddess Tempest moved back to admire her handiwork in the mirror. Her huge ass was still prominent, even with the thong pulled up around her waist, and she could see the deep imprints of the toilet seat on her cheeks. For a moment, she considered taking another dump on him, knowing full well that he would welcome it with open mouth. But she decided against it, knowing that she could always save that particular pleasure for another time.
Instead, she strolled out of the bathroom, her head held high, leaving her toilet slave kneeling on the cold tile, alone with his thoughts and a mouthful of her shit.
