Lady Scarlet - Lady Scarlet - Mummy wc

Lady Scarlet carefully planned her latest experiment, ensuring that the slave would be rendered entirely helpless and submissive to her will. She meticulously wrapped him in a thick layer of film, binding his entire body with it to create an immobilized package. Only his mouth and eyes were left exposed, reminding him of his humiliating purpose: to serve as her personal toilet.

Despite his mummified state, Lady Scarlet provoked him with the enticing sight of her old pink silk underwear and elegant high heels. It was hard to believe that such a beautiful woman, with her impeccable style and grace, could possibly perform such a filthy act. Yet, as she slowly peeled off her panties, revealing her plump, bare ass covered in a fine sheen of sweat, he could see the anticipation in her eyes.

Finally, she turned her attention to him and, with a devilish grin, ordered him to open his mouth wide. A moment later, he felt the warm, soft weight of her ass against his lips. Her first shit was semi-liquid and filled his mouth, flowing down his throat as she pressed harder against him. The taste was unmistakable, yet there was something about the intimacy of their connection that made it strangely arousing.

She didn't stop there. Lady Scarlet continued to take turns, shitting both liquid and solid into his mouth. As the load in his belly grew heavier, he began to retch from the overwhelming stench and taste. Still, she commanded him to swallow it all, reminding him that he was nothing but her toilet.

Finally, exhausting his capacity to consume her filth, he looked up at her pleadingly. She smiled, amused by his desperation but also seemingly pleased with his obedience. Reaching into her purse, she retrieved a small container filled with an unidentifiable liquid. With a syringe, she carefully drew out a few drops and forced them past his gag reflex into his mouth.

He struggled to understand what this potion was, but the effect was immediate: it seemed to dissolve the remaining shit and waste in his stomach, allowing him to take in yet another massive load of her excrement. Weak and humiliated, he slumped back against the cold wall of the room, feeling utterly submissive to her whims.

As Lady Scarlet finished her grand performance, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. The slave, now little more than a mound of filth and bound by the wrappings that held him together, looked up at her with tear-filled eyes. She knelt down in front of him, placing a delicate hand on his cheek. With a smile that hinted at both cruelty and tenderness, she whispered, "You've done well, my toilet. Now it's time to rest."