Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Rain on the terrace by goddess Nemesi - HD Version 720p

Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom, reigns supreme over her unsuspecting victims. In this tale of holiday debauchery, she decides to indulge in some well-deserved relaxation while also toying with her helpless slave. The scene opens on the terrace overlooking the magnificent cityscape of ancient Rome. The sun is shining brightly, casting its warm rays upon the marble floor where Dea Nemesi lounges lazily. She's clad only in a skimpy bikini that barely contains her voluptuous curves, every inch of her body gleaming with perspiration under the relentless heat. Lost in her own thoughts, she does not notice the figure lying prone beneath her feet until he moves slightly, causing her attention to shift towards him unexpectedly. She squints her eyes at the pathetic sight before her - her slave had renamed himself 'rug' - lying there like a puddle of flesh beneath his mistress's feet as if he were nothing more than furniture. A wicked grin curls slowly across her lips as she decides to take advantage of this moment of pure amusement. She takes a wooden stool from nearby and places it directly over rug-slave's body pinning him down further. Then without further ado, she steps onto his chest crushing him further into submission beneath her impossibly perfect form. "Pathetic," she chides softly as she scrapes her pointed heel suggestively across his exposed chest sending shivers down his spine despite himself. She leans closer menacingly tilting his face up towards her own with the tip of her boot forcing him to look into those dark, dangerous eyes that held endless power over him. Slowly, she reaches down and uses his lips as an ashtray flicking the end of her cigarette against them before blowing smoke directly into his face causing him to cough and splutter hopelessly beneath her. She ponders briefly on what else this slave could possibly be used for before realizing with a smirk that he would indeed make the perfect human drinks holder. Dea Nemesi stands tall over rug-slave, her powerful legs planted wide apart for maximum effect. With a smug smile plastered across her face, she pulls out a syringe loaded with her own golden liquid, the potent symbol of her divine femininity. With slow, deliberate movements, she jams the needle into the base of the slave's spine, emptying the contents directly into his system. A few minutes later when the effects have taken hold, she kicks him hard in the stomach roughly sending him rolling away from her. But alas, true to his inept nature, he had dropped her golden nectar on the floor below. Her face contorts into a mask of fury as she stomps her foot angrily sending shockwaves through the ground beneath them. "You worthless piece of filth! Can you do nothing right?" she hisses venomously before pulling out a can of whipped cream from out of nowhere and laughing maniacally. With a swift and precise movement, she aims directly at rug-slave's fallen essence and lets forth a stream of white cream, coating him from head to toe in the cold, sticky substance. With a devilish glint in her eyes, Dea Nemesi lowers herself down onto all fours and advances menacingly towards the soaked mess that was once her slave. "Drink it up you pathetic excuse for a being," she growls as she reaches out with one gloved hand and forces his head towards the wet floor, forcing him to lap up every last drop of her divine nectar. As her slave-turned-drinks-holder licks up the last remnants of her essence, Dea Nemesi takes one last drag from her cigarette before flicking it carelessly onto the floor, engulfing both them in a cloud of white smoke. She stands slowly, her powerful body casting a shadow over the once proud rug-slave who now lay humbled and exposed beneath her. With a swift kick to his soft pitted stomach, Dea Nemesi disappears back into the opulent confines of her palace leaving rug-slave to clean up her mess once again.