In the divine realm of Goddess Kitra, there existed a rule that could not be challenged or disputed - her slaves were to serve as her personal toilets. The goddess was infamous for her eccentricity and unyielding authority, and her slaves trembled before her every whim.
Today, she found herself in a public place, surrounded by humans who had no idea of the depravity occurring just beneath the surface. Amongst them was her current slave, kneeling at her feet and staring up at her with a mix of fear and reverence. The goddess smiled slyly and kicked him softly on the back, sending him tumbling forward onto the floor.
"Up on the wall," she commanded, indicating that he was to press himself against it. The human slave complied instantly, feeling his back pressed against the cold surface as he waited for his mistress's next order.
Goddess Kitra stepped towards him, her long limbs flowing like water as she approached her bound slave. She wore a small dress that barely covered her exquisite body, leaving little to the imagination. The slave couldn't help but stare up at her in awe, his master's beauty stirring something deep within him.
"Remember, you're here for my pleasure," she purred, leaning over him and running her fingers through his hair. The slave nodded gratefully, knowing that even a moment of her attention was a rare and precious gift.
Then, without warning, Goddess Kitra extended her long, slender leg and placed her foot on the slave's shoulders. He struggled not to move as she shifted her weight on top of him, feeling her soft skin against his own.
"Now, open wide," she commanded, her voice a low purr of anticipation. The slave parted his lips obediently, knowing that what was about to happen was something that he had both feared and longed for in equal measure.
As the goddess leaned slightly forward, her thick stream of urine began to flow from her perfectly sculpted body down onto the face of her slave. The warm, stinging liquid splashed onto his skin, mixing with his tears as he struggled not to move. Seconds turned into minutes, and yet the goddess showed no sign of stopping.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving the slave gasping for air as he felt the cold floor beneath him once again. His eyes were filled with tears and his face felt like it was on fire, but there was an odd sense of satisfaction in knowing that he had pleased his mistress.
"Good boy," she purred, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair once more. The slave closed his eyes, basking in her affection as he waited for the next command that would take him even deeper into the depths of her depravity.
The world around them seemed to fade away, replaced by the raw power and control that flowed between them. It was a relationship unlike any other, and yet the slave knew that he was forever bound to serve his mistress, no matter how twisted or taboo their encounters might become.
Goddess Kitra was truly a force of nature, and her slave would follow her to the ends of the earth – or at least, where ever she might choose to piss next.
