Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Detoxifying diarrhea

Today was one of those days where Dea Nemesi, the all-powerful goddess of feminine might and domination, felt truly awful. She woke up with a stomachache, stuffed full of phlegm, and couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that clung to her like a wet cloak. She knew exactly who would pay for her misery - the slave in the cage beneath her bed. As she descended the stairs to his dingy chamber, the smell of his fear and anticipation was thick in the air. He trembled before her, his eyes wide with fear as he caught sight of her drawn expression. She didn't look well: her normally perfect complexion was marred by bumps and spots, and her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. But she was still intimidatingly beautiful, her curves on display in the tight black latex that clung to her body like a second skin. Ignoring his whimpers of fear, she marched over to the cage and opened it with a grunt. Ordering him to kneel before her, she spat a thick wad of phlegm into his open mouth, coating his tongue and filling his throat with the bitter taste of her sickness. He choked and gagged, but she held him there with a glare that could freeze water. "Today," she hissed, "you will help me feel better." She reached down and smeared some of the sticky residue from her phlegm over his face and into his hair. "Now, start drinking." Obediently, the slave tipped his head back and swallowed the thick globulous mass, his eyes watering as it slid down his throat. Dea Nemesi could feel the acidic burn of her stomach acid on her tongue, and she knew that her diarrhea was coming on strong. "Good boy," she purred, feeling a twinge of satisfaction at his obedience. She turned and marched towards the bathroom, her powerful hips swaying hypnotically beneath the stretchy fabric of her catsuit. The slave followed her with his eyes, his heart thumping in his chest as he anticipated what was to come. In the bathroom, Dea Nemesi closed the door behind them and locked it for privacy. She made quick work of pulling her pants down, revealing a plump, round bottom encased in shiny black latex. Her ass cheeks were dimpled and pebbled with anticipation, and she squatted over the toilet bowl, preparing herself for relief. With a sigh of contentment, Dea Nemesi emptied her bowels, filling the toilet with a hot, steaming stream of diarrhea. The smell was powerful and nauseating, but it only served to heighten the slave's excitement. He watched, transfixed, as his mistress wiped herself clean with a length of soft, white toilet paper. "Now," she said, turning to face him. "Drink this." She held out a plastic cup filled with the thick, brown sludge of her detoxifying diarrhea. The slave hesitated for only a moment before taking it from her, his hands trembling with anticipation. He raised it to his lips and began to drink, taking slow, steady sips as Dea Nemesi watched him intently. It wasn't long before the cup was empty, and Dea Nemesi was satisfied that she had transferred all of her discomfort to her slave. She patted his head affectionately, her latex-clad fingers leaving a sticky trail in his hair. "Good boy," she purred again, her tone full of renewed warmth and affection. "Now clean up this mess." She watched with amusement as the slave crawled hesitantly over to the toilet bowl, his face a mask of revulsion at the sight of the brown liquid within. With shaking hands, he grabbed a plunger and began to wipe up the mess, his nose wrinkling at the pungent stench that hung in the air. As he worked, Dea Nemesi sat down on the edge of the bath, her fingers idly playing with the thick strands of her golden hair. She watched his every move, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. It was times like these that she appreciated having a slave; someone to take care of the tedious tasks that she found beneath her. It took several minutes, but eventually the slave had managed to clean up the mess. Dea Nemesi stood up from the edge of the bath, her catsuit clinging tightly to her curves. "Excellent work, my little toilet slave," she purred, running her tongue along her bottom lip suggestively. "Now, go back to your cage and await further instructions." With a curt nod, the slave backed away from her, his eyes never leaving her body. As he disappeared down the stairs, Dea Nemesi followed him, feeling much more relaxed now that she had gotten rid of her discomfort. She knew that he would be eagerly awaiting her next command, ready and willing to please his mistress in any way she desired.