Goddessfatima - sunday shit

Goddessfatima was in a playful mood as she walked into her lavish bathroom. She gazed into the full-length mirror, admiring her stunning body, and smirked knowing that her loyal toilet slave was eagerly anticipating her next command. As she undressed slowly, she could hear the faithful little toy pleading for her attention. Without giving it a second thought, she moved towards the throne, her perfect round ass swaying enticingly. She climbed onto the high seat, spread her legs wide and let out a long, slow, incredibly satisfying fart before turning to face her helpless slave. "It's Sunday, my little toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with honey. "And you know what that means: sunday shit." Her slave trembled with anticipation, unable to tear his eyes away from the divine goddess who held his fate in her hands. Slowly, sensually, Goddessfatima lowered herself onto the porcelain throne, her glistening ass cheeks molding perfectly to the contours of the cold toilet seat. As she sunk deeper into the porcelain, her body relaxed, and she let out another loud, wet fart. Waves of noxious gas filled the air around her, engulfing her helpless slave in a cloud of nauseating stench. But still, he couldn't look away. Suddenly, a large turd the size of a softball dropped from her ass, plopping into the toilet water with a satisfying splash. She let out a contented sigh, knowing that her slave would be eager to clean up after her. With a cruel smirk, Goddessfatima leaned down towards the trembling toy and whispered, "Eat it." In one swift motion, her slave opened his mouth wide, allowing the massive turd to fall directly onto his eager tongue. He began to suck and lick, tasting the mixture of shit and pussy juice that coated the turd. The taste was revolting, but he knew that his mistress would punish him severely if he disappointed her. Slowly, Goddessfatima started pushing, forcing more of her thick, liquid shit into her slave's open mouth. He gagged and choked, struggling to keep up with the pace she set. But he knew that disobedience was not an option, so he swallowed every single bite of his goddess' shit. As he finished, Goddessfatima leaned back, proud of her toilet slave's obedience. She reached down between her legs, and using one of her spare turds as a makeshift dildo, began fucking herself. The sounds of her slapping skin mixed with the gurgling of the toilet flush, creating a symphony of submission and filth. Finally, spent, Goddessfatima pulled the shit-covered dildo out of her pussy and stood up, wiping her hands on a nearby towel. She turned back to her slave, who was still on his hands and knees, waiting for his next command. "Now," she said, her voice soft but commanding. "It's time for you to clean up after me." Without any further instruction, the slave started licking the toilet clean, eager to please his heavenly mistress. As he worked, Goddessfatima watched him, amused by his devotion. Every now and then, she would kick him in the back or spit on him, further humiliating him, but he knew better than to protest. Hours later, the slave was exhausted, but the toilet was spotless. Goddessfatima sat on the throne, admiring her work, deciding on her next move. She grinned, knowing that her devoted toilet slave would eagerly await whatever she had in store for him. "Very good, my little toilet slave," she purred, patting his head affectionately. "You may rest now." With that, Goddessfatima disappeared into her bedroom, leaving her slave to collapse in a heap on the floor, exhausted but content in his servitude.