My tiny little toilet toy
Kneel, tiny. Eyes up. Mouth open. Good. Thats exactly where you belong.. beneath me, trembling, worshipping, desperate for even the smallest scrap of my attention. Look at the way you shake when I tower over you.. like a god should. My thighs spread, my body looming over yours, my ass hanging heavy above that pathetic little face while you stare up like the filthy little believer you are. You dont need kindness. You dont need mercy. You need to be reminded what you are.
You are beneath me.
Not beside me. Not worthy of touching me. Beneath me. Under my weight, under my power, under my judgment. A tiny, useless little thing with your mouth open like an offering bowl, waiting under a goddess too massive, too cruel, too divine for you to ever deserve. And still you beg. Still you hold still. Still you look up at me with those wet, needy eyes like being humiliated by me is the greatest blessing youll ever know.
Pathetic.
Open wider.
There you go.
God, I love how easy you are to break. One command and that jaw drops lower. One look from me and your whole body goes weak. I dont even have to touch you to ruin you, all I have to do is stand over you and let you feel how impossibly small you are. Let you feel the heat of me, the threat of me, the sheer filthy power of a giantess goddess deciding whether your worthless little mouth has earned another second beneath her ass.
And the answer is maybe.
Thats what destroys you, isnt it? Not knowing. Not being in control. Just lying there like the desperate little toilet toy you are while I decide how much more humiliation I want to pour into that empty little head. Because thats all you are to me in moments like this a vessel for worship. A trembling little drain for my cruelty. A mouth with eyes. A needy little floor ornament who lives to be under me, lives to be mocked by me, lives to be reminded that your highest purpose is staying still and staying open while I laugh down at you.
Good toy.
See how you twitch when I say that? See how your whole body betrays you? Because you know its true. Youre not a lover. Youre not an equal. Youre not even a proper servant. Youre a filthy little object placed exactly where I want you, exactly how I want you, waiting to be used if I feel generous enough to allow it. Thats your devotion. Thats your worship. Not prayers. Not words. Obedience.
Still open.
Wider.
Dont make me repeat myself.
There. Better.
I want your jaw aching. I want your eyes watering. I want you drooling and embarrassed and too far gone to remember you ever had dignity. I want you so overwhelmed by the sight of me hovering above you that your brain turns to static. No thoughts, no pride, no resistance, just the raw, humiliating truth of your place under a woman so much bigger, meaner, and holier than you could ever survive. A goddess doesnt lower herself to comfort pathetic little things like you. A goddess uses them. Tests them. Breaks them with a glance and leaves them grateful for the privilege.
And you are grateful, arent you?
Of course you are.
Youd stay there forever if I told you to. Flat on your back, mouth open, chest shaking, eyes locked on my body while I take my sweet time above you. Because even my cruelty feels sacred to you. Even my disgust feels like affection compared to the nothingness you were before I put you under me. I could call you every filthy name in the book and youd swallow it like scripture. Toilet toy. Tiny worm. Useless little offering. Pathetic worshipper. And every word would sink deeper than the last until there was nothing left inside you except need.
Thats why I smile when I look down at you.
Because I know exactly what you are.
A weak little thing who wants to be crushed under reverence and filth. A desperate little believer who doesnt want tenderness, you want domination so complete it feels divine. You want to be reduced. Stripped down. Made stupid. Made obedient. Made into something so small and so beneath me that the only thought left in your head is thank you.
So thank me.
Not with words. Words are for people.
Thank me by staying still.
Thank me by holding that mouth open.
Thank me by shaking when I shift my hips lower and watching your panic bloom.
Thank me by letting your pride die right there under my ass where it belongs.
Thank me by being exactly what I made you, a worshipping little toilet slave with nothing left but obedience. Because if I say open wider, you do it.
If I say hold, you hold.
If I say dont move, you freeze like the worthless little statue you are.
And if I laugh while you tremble and tell you that your entire existence is nothing more than a place beneath my body.. you smile through the humiliation and accept it. Because deep down, you know a truth so degrading it makes your whole body shake: Being beneath me is the closest you will ever come to heaven. Now keep that mouth open, tiny. goddess is still deciding what you deserve.
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