As the day wore on, the decidedly average-looking Godess found herself alone in her lavish dungeon. Normally, she would have been surrounded by scared, slavish addicts desperate for her attention and assurance. But today was different; they were all away on business or vacation, leaving her with nothing to do except indulge in her own dark desires.
In the corner of her dungeon sat a gleaming steel toilet bowl, its pristine surface winking in the dim light. She strutted over to it, her high heels clacking loudly against the cold floor. She reached behind her and undid the clasp on her short skirt, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of violet satin. Beneath, she wore no underwear; her bare ass glistening with sweat as she stood over the bowl.
The air was thick with anticipation; both for what was about to happen and for whom it was happening to. The Godess knew that her slave would be returning soon, eager to please her and ready to consume anything she had to offer. Little did he know that today, she had saved something special just for him.
Taking a deep breath, she gripped the edge of the toilet bowl and lowered herself onto it, her legs spread wide. She closed her eyes and took a moment to savor the warmth spreading through her body as the first hints of diarrhea began to trickle from her anus.
With her eyes still closed, she reached back and began to stroke herself, her fingers slipping easily between her plump cheeks as she massaged her clit. The sensation of her bowels filling up with shit mixed with the delicious friction between her fingers, and soon enough she felt herself on the brink of an orgasm.
"Fuuuuck!" she moaned, her voice echoing through the empty dungeon as she came hard, her body quaking with the force of her orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over her as she shat into the bowl, filling it almost to the brim with steaming hot diarrhea.
She sat there for a few moments, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of her climax. As she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted her. There, staring back at her from the abyss of the toilet bowl was a grimy puddle of her own feces, mingled with strands of her own cum.
"Mmmmm... yummy," she murmured, already imagining how delighted her slave would be when he saw what she had saved for him.
Little did she know that even as she spoke, her slave was already on his way back to the dungeon, eager to kneel at her feet and partake in her most intimate offering.
