Dirty Priest hardcore domination - Scat slave POV

As you knelt in the dimly lit confessional, your heart raced with anticipation. The air was thick with secrets and sin, but tonight was different. Tonight, you were here for the Dirty Priest and his forbidden desires. The door creaked open, and there he was, his black robes swirling around him like a shadow. His eyes lit up when he saw you, lips curling into a knowing smile. You felt a jolt of excitement as he approached, the leather belt at his waist clinking softly. Without wasting any time, he pushed you back onto the hard wooden bench, your face close enough to feel his hot breath on your skin. His rough palms squeezed your cheeks, holding your face still as he pulled down your underwear. "Today," he whispered, voice gravelly, "you have to work on your filthy mouth. I want you to eat my shit." His hand disappeared between his robes, and you could feel the excitement coursing through your veins as you anticipated what was coming. He pushed something hard and round into your open mouth, and you gagged on the overwhelming stench and taste of fresh shit. It was hot and slippery, coating your tongue and filling your mouth. You groaned as he pushed it deeper, his hand massaging your throat in a way that made you want to beg for more. "Do you like that, slave?" he taunted, pulling the object out of your mouth slowly. "No, wait. Let me see if I can fit more in there." He crammed in another cube of shit, and this time, you moaned louder, unable to contain your pleasure. His free hand reached between your legs, his fingers dipping into your wetness. He thrust two fingers into your tight hole, making you gasp and squirm. "You like that too, don't you?" he growled, his fingers curling deeper inside you. "Tell me, slave. Who's the filthiest of them all?" The thought circled your mind as you tried to comprehend the strange mix of pain and pleasure coursing through your body. You were his, completely, and you belonged to him. You opened your mouth to speak, and out came the words like a mantra: "I am the filthiest of them all, Father." Satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of you and replaced them with the putrid cube of shit, pushing it deeper into your mouth. You started to salivate uncontrollably, eager to please him in any way possible. You could feel his fingers on your chin, gradually pushing your head down. "Lick the shit off the soles of my shoes, slave," he hissed. Your tongue darted out, tasting the leather and finding the first traces of his filth. You lapped at his shoes like a hungry dog, tongue pushing against the rough texture of the leather. You could hear him groan, a deep rumble that vibrated through your body. You worked your way up his feet, cleaning each inch with your tongue. His legs trembled, and you wrapped your arms around his thighs in an attempt to steady him. You paused for a moment, catching your breath, before pushing your nose into his crotch and inhaling deeply. "Now drink it all up," he commanded, voice husky with desire. You opened your mouth wide, and he pressed the head of his cock against your lips, forcing the first drops of his thick, warm cum onto your tongue. You closed your eyes and savored the taste, knowing that this was the ultimate act of submission. With a satisfied growl, he pulled away and stepped out of the confessional. You waited anxiously for his next command, knowing that you would gladly do anything to please him. The leather belt hit the wooden bench, and you jumped at the sound, heart racing. "Well done, and do not forget to finish the leftovers," he said, his voice echoing through the confessional. "And clean up after yourself." You nodded once, already reaching for the remaining shit basted cubes. Your fingers shook as you broke them apart, eager to consume every last bit of the filth that bound you to him. As you cleared the confessional and prepared it for the next sinner, you felt a sense of accomplishment. You were his dirty priest, his devoted servant, and you would do anything to prove your devotion to him. The scent of shit and sweat lingered in the air, a reminder of the intimate act that had just taken place. For now, you had his blessing, but you knew that tomorrow, or the next day, he would find another way to test your limits. And you couldn't wait.