As the sultry evening descended, Mistress Aphrodite felt a familiar stirring within her loins. She glanced at her collection of toilet slaves and spotted the one she desired most. He was young, new to her service, and with a stiff cock that already began to twitch at the mere sight of her. She walked over to him, her high heels clicking against the floor in an enticing rhythm.
"You," she purred, pointing at the trembling toilet before her. "I need you to prepare yourself for my pleasure."
The toilet couldn't believe his luck; serving this divine Goddess was both humiliating and exhilarating. He raised himself up, presenting his throbbing member before her, ready to be used as her plaything.
Mistress Aphrodite smirked. Today, she felt like toying with him. She stepped forward, placing the tip of her shoe against his cock and slowly, steadily applied pressure. The poor toilet winced as he felt the soft leather of her high heel sink into his sensitive skin, but he couldn't bring himself to stop her. All he could do was moan in submission as she began to grind her heel against his length.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" Mistress Aphrodite purred, watching with amusement as the toilet squirmed beneath her. She increased the pace and force of her heel fucking, her foot finds its rhythm as it plunged deeper and deeper into his throbbing cock. It was obvious that he was already close to the edge, his balls aching with the need to release.
"No," she said suddenly, withdrawing her foot from his cock with a wet pop. "I've changed my mind. I want to see your face as I use you instead."
The toilet whimpered, knowing what was coming next. Mistress Aphrodite slipped off one of her high heels and held it up before him. "Open your dirty mouth," she commanded, and the toilet complied without hesitation. The feeling of the hard heel against his tongue and the scent of her divine sex filled his senses, making him dizzy with arousal.
Then she began to use him roughly, fucking his face with her hand, grunting in delight as he accepted every thrust of her fingers. She felt him buck against her command, trying to get more of her essence, but she held him in place with a firm grip on his head. She could feel his release building inside him, a hot rush of precum that dribbled down her hand and onto the floor.
Finally, when she judged he was close enough, she pulled away, leaving him panting and aching for more. But his torment was far from over.
"Now it's my turn," she said, stepping back and pulling down her sheer panties. His eyes went wide with shock as he saw what she desired him to do next. He knew what was coming: he was going to taste her diarrhea.
With a flick of her wrist, she sent a stream of warm, sloppy feces arching through the air, straight towards his waiting mouth. Without hesitation, the toilet opened wide and received her offering. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before - a mix of sweet and pungent, rich and earthy. As he swallowed obediently, every drop of her filth, he felt his own release coursing through him. He had never been so humiliated or satisfied in his life.
"Swallow it all," Mistress Aphrodite commanded, and the toilet did as he was told. He sucked on her empty panties, drawing the last few drops of her diarrhea into his mouth, savoring the taste until there was nothing left.
Finally, Mistress Aphrodite approached him once more, crouching down to be level with his eyes. "You may cum now, my pet," she said softly, and he erupted like a geyser all over her impossibly perfect face. She let out a moan of contentment as she was bathed in his seed, the scent of submission and desire mingling in the air around them.
And then, just as suddenly as she had entered his life, Mistress Aphrodite was gone, leaving the toilet panting and spent on the floor. Another day in the life of her most dutiful toilet slave.
