Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Light Shit

As I stand over my slave, dressed in only my thin-heeled pumps and a few pieces of clothing, I can't help but feel a surge of dominance. He's already whimpering underneath me, barely able to handle the weight of my attire, let alone the discomfort it's meant to cause. He dares to murmur something about how heavy I am, and I can't help but scoff in amusement.

Calmly and superiorly, I decide to test his limits even further. I step off to the side and weigh myself on a scale, carefully placing one foot on either side of the center to balance myself. With just a few pieces of clothing and my heels, I weigh in at a respectable figure. Without them, however, I'm sure I'd weigh even less. This realization only fuels my desire to make him suffer more beneath me.

After a few more moments of deliberation, I decide to take off one last piece of clothing - a silk robe that adds an extra layer of indulgence to my appearance. With a smirk, I kick it away and stand there before him, completely nude, bare feet pressed firmly against the cold floor, and glistening in the dim light of the room. To my delight, he's unable to contain his gaze from dropping lower.

His eyes flicker up to meet mine, filled with both fear and admiration. But I'll take what I can get for now. I decide to assert my dominance one last time by stepping back onto the scale. My heels sink into the soft flesh of his abdomen, eliciting a loud groan from deep within him. Sure enough, the added weight does nothing but make him squirm more beneath me.

With an indignant huff, I yank my heels out of his body, disgusted by the sight of my shoe prints left behind. Unable to resist taunting him further, I ask pointedly, "You still think I'm too heavy?" The audacity of this slave! To question the Goddess herself! But before he can answer, I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Enough talking," I growl, twirling around gracefully to face the scale. I place one hand on my hip, tilting my head slightly to one side as if daring him to say anything else. After a moment's hesitation, I step off the scale once more, this time without my heels. The shift in weight is barely noticeable, but the relief on the slave's face is palpable. His eyes widen in disbelief as he realizes that maybe - just maybe - my weight wasn't the source of all his misery after all.

I can feel a sinister grin spread across my face as an idea begins to form in my mind. This slave has been nothing but a nuisance, constantly complaining about every little thing I've done to him. Maybe it's time he realized there's only one way for him to truly accept me - or rather, accept my weight upon him.

Slowly, deliberately, I begin to unbutton my panties, reveling in the way his eyes follow my every move. I undress him completely, taking his cock in my hand and stroking it slowly, teasingly. His hips buckle up towards me involuntarily, seeking more contact, but I pull away with a frown. "Be still," I command him, getting down on all fours and presenting my ass to him. "You want to feel heavy? Here you go."

His hands tremble as he reaches out to touch me, a mix of desire and fear in his eyes. Unbidden, his hands begin to explore my body, tracing lines over my curves, soft flesh giving way under his touch. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of his fingers on my skin, and speak in a low, sultry voice.

"You want me to use you as my toilet?" I ask, opening one eye to gauge his reaction. To my surprise, he nods hesitantly, his tongue licking nervously over his lips. Reluctantly, I stand up, offering him my ass once more. "Then prove it," I say softly, not leaving him any other choice.

With shaking hands, he reaches out to take my ass cheeks in his hands, stroking them gently at first before starting to probe deeper. Slowly, inexorably, he begins to push his tongue into my asshole, each push met with a soft moan from me as I lean back into him. He prods and prods, taking me deeper and deeper, until my mind is lost in a haze of pleasure and pain. I can feel the walls of my ass stretching around his tongue, accommodating him as he penetrates me.

"Good boy," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "Now you're ready."

With that, I lower myself carefully onto his face, taking in the sight of my ass looming large over him. As I feel the warmth of his breath on my exposed pussy, I moan softly, running my fingers through his hair. He doesn't move; doesn't flinch under my weight. With a sigh of satisfaction, I begin to relieve myself onto his face, feeling my piss trickle over his lips and down his chin. It's exhilarating, the power rushing through me as I release myself onto this pathetic creature without a second thought.

As my stream slows to a stop, I glance down at him, taking in the sight of his face covered in my piss and caviar. His eyes are half-closed, an expression of ecstasy on his face. For now, at least, he's mine. "Good slave," I murmur, leaning down to press a quick kiss against his forehead before standing up and stepping away. Content for now in the knowledge that I've found a use for him – and that he'll be there, waiting for me whenever I need him.