Goddess was in an exceptional mood today. She wore her favorite black fishnet catsuit, matched with stilettos and a strapon dildo. Her toilet slave, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck, knowing what was about to come.
As soon as the Goddess entered her living room, she saw her toilet slave kneeling before her. He knew better than to ask for instructions, so he waited patiently for her command.
"Toilet boy," Goddess purred, eyeing him hungrily. "I'm feeling kinky today. Get on your hands and knees."
The slave hesitated for a moment before obeying. He knew better than to disobey his Mistress. Goddess smiled sadistically as she saw his exposed asshole.
"You know what to do, toilet slave," she ordered, kicking him playfully in the side.
The toilet slave got on his knees, presenting his ass to the Goddess. He already knew what was about to happen - he would be fucked hard and mercilessly, pushed to the limits of his endurance. Goddess mounted him roughly, her strapon penetrating his asshole with a sickening sound. She started riding him like a sex toy, her body pressing hard against his.
"You like being my personal toilet, don't you?" She asked mockingly, slapping his face hard. "Answer me!"
"Yes, Goddess," the toilet slave moaned, feeling her pussy rubbing against his nose.
Next, Goddess took her slave's face and forced his mouth onto her asshole. She pressed hard, sealing his lips around her anus.
"You're going to be suffocated in my shit, toilet slave," Goddess chuckled, smacking his ass cheeks. "But you'll love every moment of it."
She began to take a dump in his mouth, filling it rapidly with her hot, stinking feces. The slave gagged and struggled, trying to breathe through his nose, but Goddess's powerful thighs pinned his head in place. He was at her mercy, his hands tied behind his back.
After a few minutes of holding his breath, the slave almost lost consciousness. Goddess, seeing his distress, smiled and removed her asshole from his mouth. He coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to clear the taste of her shit from his mouth.
"That's a good little toilet," Goddess crooned, patting his head fondly. She walked back to the toilet, pulled her pants down, and sat on it.
"Now, slave, you're going to taste my piss," she told him, grinning wickedly.
The slave knelt obediently as Goddess started to pee into his mouth. He had learned to love the taste of her urine, despite its strong ammonia content. He swallowed every drop gratefully, knowing that this was his reward for being such a good toilet.
Finally, Goddess seated herself back on the throne, smelling of sweat and pleasure. She looked down at her toilet slave, who was still kneeling before her.
"Good boy," she said, patting his head again. "Now go clean yourself up."
The slave hesitated for a moment before rising to his feet unsteadily. He knew better than to ask for permission; he had to do as he was told. He stumbled into the bathroom, his mind still reeling from the intense experience he had just had.
As he cleaned himself up, the toilet slave couldn't help but wonder when his next session with Goddess would be. He knew that he couldn't live without her, even if it meant being her personal toilet slave forever. He loved her too much to ever leave her side.
