In a dark, dingy bathroom, Kitra stood majestically over the bowl, her skirt fluttering around her delicate feet. She was a goddess among women, with curves in all the right places and an aura of dominance that was palpable. With an untouched glass of wine in her hand, she plunged her perfect derriere down onto the toilet seat and sighed contently. "Men," she muttered under her breath as she took a sip of wine, "such pathetic creatures, always thinking they can control us."
From the other room came a low groan, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps. Kitra's eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched as a naked man entered the bathroom. He had been her filthy little slave for years now, and his devotion to her was unmatched. As he approached her, his eyes barely able to contain his lust, she extended her foot outwards, her high heel suddenly pressing against his chest, pushing him down to his knees.
"Worship me, you disgusting creature," she purred, her voice dripping with disdain. The man's face contorted into a mask of submission as he lowered his head, burying his face between her thighs. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment as he lapped greedily at her pussy, taking deeply of her true scent. She let out a sigh of satisfaction as he found her clit with his tongue, sucking hard on it before pushing two fingers inside her, making her gasp in pleasure despite herself.
"That's it," she whispered, her voice almost caring. "Show me how much you love to serve me." She took another sip of wine, her free hand idly stroking one of her perfect tits, knowing full well that the sight was driving him wild with desire. But this was his punishment, his penance for daring to believe that he could ever be her equal.
As she felt herself getting closer to orgasm, Kitra lifted her leg up, her full weight resting on the man's shoulders as she opened herself up for him. She yanked him upwards by his hair, forcing him to take her in his mouth as she rode out her climax, her juices dripping down his chin and pooling on the cold tiles beneath them. When she finally came down from her high, she pushed him away, disgust written all over her face.
"Clean me up, you disgusting creature," she spat, grabbing a wet cloth from the sink and handing it to him. "And don't you dare come without my permission." With that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him feeling humiliated yet oh-so-aroused.
Back in the living room, Kitra lounged on her plush couch, finishing off the last of her wine. Her slave crawled over to her, his eyes cast down in submission, waiting for his next command. She smiled to herself, knowing that no matter how much she humiliated him, he would always come crawling back for more. Exhausted by her dominance, she let out a contented sigh, closing her eyes as the reality of being a goddess among men sank in once again.
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