Toiletslaveanddommes - Daily toilet slave job - all for Godess

The Godess stood before her toilet slave, dressed in nothing but a black leather corset and lacy lingerie. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she surveyed her prey. Today's task was to train him even further into toilet slavery, making sure that the porcelain throne longed to worship her pussy and asshole before she even considered using it.

She commanded him to his knees, his mind already filling with the intoxicating aroma of her pussy. She lifted her glisteningly wet pussy lips to his face, his tongue tentatively reaching out to taste his Godess for the first time. He moaned in ecstasy as he tasted her nectar, his hands clutching at the cool surface of the floor beneath him.

Next, the Godess ordered him to open wide, revealing his supplicant's asshole for her pleasure. With a wicked smirk, she pressed her fingers deep into his anus, gauging his response. He moaned louder, arching his back in desire as she began to fuck him with her fingers, her other hand casually stroking his cock through his pants.

She then produced a large black dildo, lubing it up with her saliva before pushing it deep into his asshole. He cried out in pain and pleasure simultaneously, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body. She grinned, amused by his weakness, and began to fuck him hard with the dildo.

Once she was satisfied with his anal training, the Godess ordered him to clean up her mess. Kneeling before the mounted toilet, he carefully lifted her dress and began to clean her pussy with his tongue, lapping up every drop of her juices. He could taste himself on her, and he knew that he belonged to her completely.

Finally, the Godess sat down on the throne and commanded him to gather her shit in his hands. As he knelt before her, his nose close to her ass, he could smell her feces mingled with her musky scent. It was an intoxicating mixture that made him want to worship her even more.

With trembling hands, he reached out and gathered a small pile of her shit, bringing it to his lips. He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth wide, allowing the feces to fill his mouth. He savored the taste of his Godess, knowing that it was a privilege to be allowed to consume her shit.

As he knelt there, his Godess's toilet slave, he felt a sense of peace and purpose wash over him. This was his role in life, and he would joyfully fulfill it until the end of his days. He looked up at her, his eyes shining with adoration, and whispered, "Thank you, Godess."