As the day drew to a close, Goddess Kitra sat on her travel toilet throne with a satisfied smile on her face. The male who had been so dutifully serving her over the past few days was now nothing more than a helpless, drooling mess. His body was sore from the constant use and abuse, but that only seemed to amplify his desire for her.
Kitra's gaze fell to the waste bin beside her, filled to the brim with her fresh feces. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of pleasure at the thought of what awaited the poor creature at her feet. "Toilet," she purred, leaning down to run her fingers through his hair. "Do you know what an excellent job you've been doing for me all week?"
The man could only whimper in response, his eyes fixed on her divine form. Kitra chuckled softly, her breasts swaying gently as she stood up. She turned her attention back to the waste bin, digging through it with one hand. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she scooped up a generous helping of her shit and held it out to him.
"Here," she said, her voice now cold and commanding. "Eat it. Every last bit."
The man's face contorted in disgust, but he couldn't disobey his mistress. Slowly, trembling with revulsion, he leaned forward and opened his mouth. Kitra positioned her hand above his lips, feeding him the warm, squirming mass of her feces one fingerful at a time. As he chewed and swallowed, she watched with a mixture of sadistic delight and detached curiosity.
It wasn't long before the waste was all gone, and the man had to choke back any last traces of nausea. His eyes were glassy with submission as he stared up at his goddess. Kitra smiled coldly, her heart racing with the thrill of power that coursed through her veins.
"Thank you, toilet," she whispered, running her fingers softly over his tongue. "Now clean yourself up, and prepare for your final rest."
With one last glance at the now empty waste bin, Kitra turned and glided out of the room, leaving the broken man alone to contemplate his fate.
