Mistress Gaia - MISTRESS GAIA - SCAT HORS DOEUVRE - mobile version

There he was, your loyal slave, kneeling in the dungeon, waiting for your arrival. His heart skipped a beat as he heard the jingling of your accessories. You, Mistress Gaia, had commanded him to be present in the dungeon and worship you. You told him that if he was capable of pleasing you, he might receive a reward. To begin with, you instructed him to lick your shoes. He knew that failure would result in his punishment, so he knelt before you and began to clean your shoes with his tongue, savoring the scent of your delicious shit.

Satisfied with his efforts, you moved closer to him, holding a riding crop in your hand. The gentle flick of the whip on his skin reminded him of his place in this hierarchical relationship. You then bound his hands and feet tightly, making sure that he was completely immobilized. His anticipation for what was to come grew stronger as he felt the weight of your ass pressing against his face. Your sweet scent was driving him wild with pleasure, and he eagerly waited for your next command.

You whispered softly in his ear, telling him that he was going to taste the delicious fruits of your labor - your freshly deposited shit. You emphasized the word "eat" as you positioned your glorious ass directly over his face. He could feel your warm, sticky feces dripping onto his tongue and chin, and he began to lick it up greedily. As he licked your juicy anus clean, he could feel your grip tightening around his cock, making it hard for you. His erection was a testament to his devotion towards you, and he knew that he would do anything to please you.

You grinned wickedly at him, taking a handful of his hair and using it to pull his face closer to your ass. "You love my shit, don't you, slave?" you purred. His cock throbbed in response as he nodded eagerly, eager to taste more of your intoxicating feces.

"Good boy," you whispered, leaning in close to his ear. You started to sob with laughter as he struggled to fit another piece of your scat into his mouth, feeling its warmth spreading throughout his belly. He was in heaven, savoring every bite of your excrement. As he finished chewing the last piece of shit, he felt a surge of pleasure coursing through him.

You took notice of his erection, slipped a condom over it, and continued to pleasure him with your hand. You warned him not to cum until he had fully finished eating all of your scat. As he chewed the last morsel, he felt a sense of loss at the thought of leaving behind even a single drop of your precious excrement. Nevertheless, he knew that he had to obey your every command.

Finally, you gave him permission to cum. He shot his hot cum onto your hand, his body shuddering with ecstasy as he released the built-up tension. You caught the stream in your palm and, without warning, squeezed the last drops of his essence onto his tongue. He closed his eyes in bliss, savoring the taste of his own cum mixed with your shit. You had given him a true scat lover's treat.

Slowly, you removed the condom and brought it close to his face. "Smell this," you commanded. He breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of their combined fluids. It was a heady mix of sweetness and musk, and he could not help but feel himself growing hard again beneath you.

Looking into his eyes, you smiled wistfully. "You are my scat slut, aren't you?" you purred. He nodded, tears of happiness and gratitude streaming down his face. You leaned down and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Remember this moment, slave," you whispered. "Remember your delicious scat hors d'oeuvre from Mistress Gaia."