He pleaded fervently to become my personal restroom, and my curiosity and desire were piqued. We arranged to meet, and upon arrival, I masked him and laid out his duties. He began as my washcloth, meticulously cleansing my sweaty armpits and feet with his tongue. Next, he attended to my most intimate areas, lavishing them with his tongue to ensure they were thoroughly washed and lubricated. As I released a warm, steady stream of urine, I commanded him to continue his devoted service, allowing the liquid to flow both into and over him. What a dedicated receptacle! With mounting excitement, I prepared him for the substantial deposit I was about to bestow upon him. "Open wide!" I exclaimed with exhilaration. My offering was so substantial that it instantly overwhelmed his capacity. Despite his desperate attempts to manage it, he struggled helplessly, much to my delight. This allowed me the pleasure of spreading what he couldn't contain across his clothes, face, nose, mouth, and chest. The room was permeated with such an intense aroma that it likely reached the neighbors. This experience was undeniably thrilling and electrifying. So, who’s next to earn the honor of receiving the treasures from my divine, goddess-like form?
