Every individual has their own potential, and for a slave, the pinnacle of achievement is serving a Goddess like me with utmost devotion. This slave, hailing from Italy, has demonstrated his loyalty by traveling great distances to please me, aspiring to become my personal toilet for a day. I appreciate such commitment, and I reward slaves who prove their loyalty by allowing them to worship, adore, and consume my lowest offerings.
The slave eagerly consumes the dirt beneath my shoes, cleans my beautiful feet, and finds pleasure in my farts, which he considers superior to air. He believes that consuming my waste makes him one with me, as “you are what you eat,” he says, laughing. Indeed, he is fortunate to have such an opportunity.
Despite the foul smell and taste, the slave continues to eat, prioritizing my pleasure over his feelings. I am a Goddess who feeds admirers from all over the world, and this slave is no exception. I expect nothing less than complete devotion, and puking my sacred waste is not an option. After all, my pleasure is paramount.