Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Green Toilet 🐸

In the lush, verdant gardens of the ancient estate, a heavenly being sat upon her golden throne. Perched above a gurgling fountain, the Goddess Dea Nemesi surveyed her domain with an indulgent smile. She was dressed in a diaphanous gown of emerald green that shimmered in the dappled light filtering through the canopy of trees, her flesh glowing like fine marble in the sunlight that bathed her from above. At her feet lay a humble servant, gazing up at her in reverent awe as his lips brimmed with the goddess' mouth-watering excrement. For the Goddess Dea Nemesi, the month of December was always a time of great opulence and excess. Her belly was fit to burst with the richest of feasts, and her toilet was expected to work double-time in keeping up with her excess. Today, however, she found herself particularly pleased with the results of her labors. The slave at her feet stared up at her, his eyes wide with amazement at the sheer volume of her feces. It had been an impressive feat, to say the least. With a wicked glint in her eye, the goddess rose from her throne, towering over the trembling servant. His mouth was still full of her divine feces, and she took great delight in blocking him into the pillory, ensuring that he could not escape her wrath. From this angle, she could see the gravity of his predicament – how was he ever going to swallow all that she had bestowed upon him? It was a question she did not intend to answer, for she had other plans for her slave. As she circled around him, the goddess's gaze fell upon the servant's throat-muscles working frantically to keep up with the immense weight pressing down on them. She chuckled softly to herself, understanding fully the hopelessness of his situation. Nay, she decided, he would not be consuming all of her gifts today. Instead, she had a more sinister purpose in mind. Slowly, deliberately, Dea Nemesi began dragging her long, lithe fingers through the mess that smeared her slave's face. It was a practiced move, one she had perfected over countless months of dominance. With every fingertip that touched his skin, she could feel him tremble beneath her touch – a power she savored deeply. "Smeer it," she purred, her voice like honey dripping off a razor blade as she addressed him. "Make a nice green mask for yourself." Her smile turned predatory as she leaned in closer, enjoying the way his eyes widened in fear at her closeness. "And don't you dare try to eat any of it," she warned him, flexing her fingers menacingly. "That's all for me." Ignoring the panicked looks in his eyes, Dea Nemesi lifted her long, elegant legs onto the pillory, shoving them roughly against the trembling servant's shoulders. The slave let out a small whimper of pain, but it was lost beneath the audible gulping of his throat, trying to swallow mouthful after mouthful of her shit. The goddess smiled cruelly, taking her sweet time before deciding how she would proceed. In the end, she chose to climb up onto the pillory, straddling the trembling servant's face. "That's better," she breathed, feeling the heat of his breath against her folds. "Now you can see what a spectacle you are making of yourself." The slave's bestial grunts were muffled by the thick layer of feces caking his mouth, but that did not stop her from reveling in the power she held over him. As she sat there, perched atop him like a queen over her court, Dea Nemesi reached down and began gently stroking herself, teasing the nipples of her overflowing breasts between two fingers. The servant let out a muffled moan, but it was clear that he was not protesting. Instead, he seemed to be encouraging her, eager for any sliver of affection that she might offer. And so she rode him, her hips grinding slowly against his face as she worked herself up into a frenzy of lust. The slave's tears mingled with her feces, creating a gruesome stew of pain and pleasure that only fueled her desires. When she finally came, it was with a yell that echoed through the empty gardens, her body shuddering beneath the intense waves of pleasure. As she collapsed forward, panting heavily, Dea Nemesi took one last glance at her creation – the messy, grotesque display of submission that lay before her. But instead of revulsion, all she could feel was an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and contentment. She was the Goddess, after all, and this was her kingdom. And she would rule it… in shit.