Toiletslaveanddommes - Scat Goddess ashtray and shitty feet in throat

Toiletslaveanddommes - Scat Goddess ashtray and shitty feet in throat As the Scat Goddess entered her luxurious bathroom, she spotted her pathetic human toilet curled up on the cold tiles, waiting eagerly for her command. She smiled maliciously, knowing he would do anything she asked of him. "Toilet, stand up!" she commanded. The toilet struggled to its feet, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. The Goddess circled around him, taking in his helpless form and the way his slave eyes followed her every move. She grabbed a bag of toys - a whip, a riding crop, a pair of high heels - and placed them on a nearby vanity. "Toilet," she said, her voice heavy with contempt, "I want you to understand your purpose." Without warning, she raised her polished black boot and slammed it into his chest, sending him stumbling backward. The pain reverberated through his body, but he remained silent, obedient. "You exist for my amusement," she continued, "and today, I want you to act as my ashtray. Suck on my cigarette and swallow the ashes, toilet." He opened his mouth hesitatingly, not knowing what horrors awaited him next. The Goddess pressed her cigarette between his lips and he inhaled the smoke, tasting the bitter nicotine on his tongue. She forced the toilet to start sucking on the cigarette, and as he did, she noticed a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to the ashtray on the vanity. Grinning, she snapped a picture of this degrading spectacle. "Good boy," she purred, dropping the butt into his mouth. "Now, show me your obedience by swallowing the ash." The toilet gagged but forced the cigarette butt past his gag reflex, feeling it hit the back of his throat. A small cheer escaped the Goddess's lips as she watched the boy struggle to maintain some dignity. Next, she picked up the whip and snapped it in the air, making a loud cracking sound. The toilet flinched, expecting the pain to follow, but instead, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer, her breath hot against his neck. "You want me to whip you, toilet?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. He shook his head no, but she ignored him, raising the riding crop high above her head. The sudden pain seared through his skin as six vicious welts appeared on his backside. He howled, but the Goddess continued to spank him, laughing at his pathetic attempts to appease her. After exhausting herself with the riding crop, she stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Her toilet was red and raw, tears streaming down his face. She grabbed a mirror and held it up to his face, forcing him to look at the damage she had inflicted. "Tell me, toilet," she hissed, "does this hurt?" His lips quivered as he replied, "Yes, Mistress." Satisfied with his answer, she spat a glob of saliva onto his cheek, expecting him to rub it in eagerly. To her surprise, however, he remained still, his eyes filled with defiance. "Don't to call me that, toilet. You don't deserve such honor." He bowed his head in submission, understanding the punishment he would receive if he disobeyed again. She picked up a pair of high heels and fitted one foot in them, still toying with the idea of making him lick them clean. Finally, she decided on a more humiliating act. She bent him over a small table and carefully positioned his face near a pile of her used tissues. "Clean these, toilet," she ordered, "with your tongue. Every last bit." He shook with fear, knowing what was coming next. As he began to clean the tissues, she grabbed a shitty sock from a nearby pile and slipped her toes into it, grinning wickedly. "Now, taste the shit from my sock, toilet," she commanded, pressing her foot against his mouth. He opened his mouth wide, wanting to purge the foul taste from his mouth, but knowing he couldn't disobey. The Goddess laughed, her heart racing with power as she watched the toilet struggle not to vomit. Finally, she grew tired of her little game and made her way to the bathtub. She pushed the toilet down, forcing his face into the murky water. As he struggled to stay afloat, she grinned evilly, her heart racing with excitement. "Feed time, toilet," she chuckled, before pushing the last bit of her shit-filled turds into his mouth. He gagged violently, trying to spit it out, but she held him tight, ensuring every last bit went down his throat. Finally, she released him, watching as he coughed and spluttered, trying to rid himself of the foul taste. She stepped back, surveying her work, knowing that another toilet had been suitably broken and tamed for her amusement. With a satisfied smile, she made her way out of the bathroom, leaving her toilet to think about his new duties.