Goddess Anita strolled into her opulent bedroom, a look of devilish delight etched onto her beautiful face. She wore nothing but a sheer robe that barely concealed her curves, and her long, fiery red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall. Her eyes immediately landed on the object of her vile amusement - her pathetic toilet slave, anxiously waiting for her command.
The slave had been living with her for months now, serving as nothing but a living, breathing waste disposal unit. He had once been a man of pride and dignity, but all that remained of him now was a broken shell, utterly submissive to her every whim. His body ached from the brutal anal sex she'd subjected him to countless times, stretching him beyond human limits.
Goddess Anita approached him slowly, her bare feet gracefully gliding across the cold tiles. She kneeled down before him, her face mere inches from his terrified eyes. "Well well well," she hissed, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "It seems like you've been a very bad boy again."
The slave trembled in fear, unable to speak. He knew what was coming next, and he dreaded it more than anything in the world. But there was no escape from his mistress's torturous games.
"You've disobeyed me once again," she continued, her voice dripping with venom. "And now you'll pay the ultimate price." With a malicious grin, she pulled out a cigarette from behind her ear and lit it up, the harsh tobacco smoke filling the air around them.
The slave watched in horror as she took a deep drag off the cigarette and then leaned in close, bringing the glowing tip right to his lips. "Open wide," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. The slave did as he was told, spreading his lips apart to accommodate the cigarette.
Goddess Anita pressed the tip of the cigarette against his tongue, and he could feel the heat searing through his sensitive flesh. She held it there for what felt like an eternity, relishing his pain. "This is what you get for disobeying me," she said in a low, menacing growl. "You're nothing but my personal ashtray now."
With a sickening smile, she withdrew the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it into the toilet bowl. "And just so you know, the next time I use your mouth for my smokes, it'll be for much more than just this."
The slave whimpered in despair, tears streaming down his cheeks. He couldn't even imagine what other depraved acts his cruel mistress had in store for him. But he knew one thing for sure - his life was no longer his own. He belonged to Goddess Anita, body and soul.
