Sauurman (real name Carl) was incredibly excited. He was actually going to meet his Goddess in real life! He had served her faithfully for months and now he would actually get to be used by her. It was an incredible honor and he couldn't wait to experience toilet play in real life. He had never even drank a golden shower and his Goddess was going to give him a brown shower!
He wondered how she would look like in person. On-line people can make up things about themselves quite easily. The way she had described herself was frankly amazing. A six foot tall woman with a 50" booty and an hourglass waist? But even if she had exaggerated her looks that was OK with him. He cared about serving a dominant Goddess. It was more about the act than the physical attraction.
And so he rang her doorbell and she opened the door.
His jaw dropped. She had been accurate in her description of herself! She was statuesque with shoulder length blond hair that framed an angel's face. Her piercing green eyes seemed to drill into his soul judging him and weighing his worthiness. Her black latex gloves went from her arm to her elbow and a tight corset pushed out her double D breasts impressively.
"You made it on time shit face, come in."
Carl entered into her home and she took him directly to the basement. Carl was ogling her backside and wondered if there would be time to chat before the brown shower began. In the basement was a toilet box and the Goddess ordered him to lay down and put his head into the contraption. Carl was tongue tied and didn't say anything and lay down. There were shackles next to the toilet box that the blond bombshell began fastening.
The slave finally started to speak.
"Goddess should we agree on a safe word?"
The second shackle had just gotten finished being fastened and the Goddess looked down at her slave.
"Safe word? Why the hell would we use that shit face? I'm going to use you as my toilet if you don't like it too fucking bad!"
"But what if I want you to stop? I've never done this before Goddess."
The MILF laughed, "Do I look like I care? Why do you think you're shackled fuck face?"
Reality was suddenly very different from fantasy as the Goddess lowered her panties and sat on the padded seat above Carl's head.
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