As the Goddess Tempest, I possess an unyielding power over men, a power that reduces them to nothing more than toilet bitches. It's a thrill like no other, watching these once-dominant creatures grovel at my feet, eager to please my every desire. And what a desire I have - to see them reduced to begging for the simplest of human needs, like shitting and eating.
I carefully selected my victim for today, a big, strong man with a sense of pride that would soon be crushed under the weight of his newfound role. I had him kneel before me, hands trembling as he tried his best to maintain some semblance of dignity. But as he locked eyes with me, his goddess, his will shattered like a piece of glass on the cold, hard ground.
"You love it, don't you?" I purred, my voice soft as silk yet carrying an undeniable edge of cruelty. "You love seeing a woman like me take control of your life and reduce you to nothing more than a toilet bitch."
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard, unable to deny the truth of my words. It was as if I had control over his every thought, his every impulse. He nodded meekly, trembling under my gaze.
"Mmm, good boy," I murmured, walking over to a nearby toilet. It was right there, within easy reach of both of us, but I had other plans. I turned my back to him and lowered my skirt, baring my ass to him. His eyes widened, and for a moment, I could almost see him resisting his newfound urges.
But then it was too late. He was on his knees before me, his tongue darting out tentatively to taste my sweet ass. I grinned and spread my cheeks wider, teasing him with the scent of my shit. And just when he thought he couldn't take any more, I pushed out a small, warm turd right onto his eager tongue.
He gagged, trying desperately to swallow the disgusting thing, but I was having none of it. "Swallow," I commanded, and he did as he was told, his face contorting in disgust but his body obeying without hesitation.
And so it went, round after round of me shitting in his mouth until he was nothing more than a shell of a man, completely consumed by his new role as my toilet bitch. I watched with a mixture of satisfaction and arousal as he sucked on the turds between my asshole cheeks, eager for more of my filth.
It was a powerful feeling, knowing that I had complete control over this once-mighty man. And as he finally collapsed on the ground, spent and exhausted after performing his final act of servitude, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness.
Not for him, of course. But for the man he once was, the man who had lost everything - his dignity, his pride, and ultimately, his humanity - to become my toilet bitch. It was a cruel fate, one that he had brought upon himself through his submission to me, his Goddess Tempest.
