Roman holidays with slave included, too bad he really is a useless being: Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Rain on the terrace - Full HD Version 1080p

I, Dea Nemesi, the Goddess of Vengeance, strolled out onto my private terrace on a picturesque Roman hillside. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting its warm rays across ancient ruins and our humble abode. With a satisfied sigh, I reveled in the splendor of my holiday retreat – not that I had any real need for such luxuries, but why deprive myself? As I soaked up the tranquil atmosphere, something caught my eye. There, lying at my feet, was a pathetic slave whom I'd left behind. It seemed he thought himself lucky to share in my holiday joy. Little did he know that this journey was purely for my benefit. "Get up, you worthless being," I commanded, but there was no response. He hadn't even noticed my presence! I couldn't help but chuckle at his feeble attempt to blend into the surroundings. Would it really have mattered if he had escaped my notice? Not likely. He was perfectly within my line of sight. Enraged by his incompetence, I kicked him hard in the side. His body rolled over violently, revealing a face contorted with pain and fear. It was as if he were begging for mercy… but begging me? Never. He would never be worthy of my pity. With a cruel smirk, I crushed out my cigarette on his chest and let the ashes fall freely onto his skin. "Do you really think you're deserving of such treatment?" I asked mockingly. "Of course not." The smirk widened. "And neither do I." Embarrassment washed over his face, but it quickly turned into confusion. I surprised myself by chuckling again. This poor creature didn't even understand that his entire existence served at my whim. It was pathetic, really. Now, I needed to take care of something else. As luck would have it, my bladder was full to bursting. Normally, this would be no problem at all – I could simply find another submissive to relieve me. But this inferior being lay before me, helpless and unsullied by any act of kindness whatsoever. "I guess there's only one thing to do," I whispered, giving him a cruel grin. With that, I shoved his face directly into my crotch and forced him to drink every last drop of my divine nectar. His mouth opened in shock as he tasted my sweet essence for the very first time. But little did he know that this wasn't over yet. As he struggled to swallow my offering, I withdrew slightly and watched with a sadistic delight as he struggled to contain it all. And then – disaster! A few precious drops spilled from his trembling lips and fell onto the floor. "You fool," I growled, my anger boiling over once again. "Could you be any more incompetent?" Without hesitation, I grabbed him by the hair and forced his face back down onto the wet puddle. "Drink it up, you pathetic excuse for a servant. Every last drop." His protests were futile against my unyielding grip. With trembling hands, he reached out and lapped up every drop of my divine essence from the floor. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. "You're lucky I even let you live," I warned, pulling him back to his feet. "But at least you've learned your lesson today, haven't you?" His nod was barely perceptible, but it was enough for me. After all, the mark of true domination lies not in physical force but in mental surrender. With a sigh of satisfaction, I turned my back on him and strolled back into my luxurious chambers. The world was my plaything, and I would revel in the power I held over even the lowest of creatures. For them, there would be no respite from my torment. Not until they learned their place – at the very bottom rung of existence.