MISTRESS ISABELLA - 681 SCAT POV THE CIGAR by Mistress Isabella

Before you lies a story that unfolds beneath the watchful eye of Mistress Isabella. She's a woman who commands respect and demands obedience from her slaves. So much so that when she returns from Milan, she's less than impressed with her slave. He's failed to make her toilet, and she's ready to show him the consequence of his actions.

For as long as you can remember, you've been in her employ. You've served her every whim and fancy, cleaning up after her, running errands, and being at her beck and call. Yet, today she's furious. As she strides into the room where you stand waiting, she informs you of your impending doom. You've failed her once too often, and she is leaving for Florence with another servant in tow.

The sting of her words cuts deep, but it's the next thing she says that truly sends shivers down your spine. "You're not even capable of making me a toilet," she says with disgust. "So it's better that you disappear." And with that, she storms out of the room, leaving you alone to contemplate your fate.

As you sit there, heart racing and mind reeling, an idea begins to form. You slowly stand up and walk over to the door, closing it behind you. Then, you make your way towards the bathroom, your mind racing with thoughts of what you're about to do. You know it's wrong. You know it's twisted. But you also know that it might be your only chance at winning back Mistress Isabella's favour.

Entering the bathroom, you search through the medicine cabinet until you find what you're looking for – a roll of toilet paper. You quickly rip off a long strip and kneel down in front of the toilet bowl, positioning yourself so that your back is facing the opening. Slowly, carefully, you begin to unbutton your pants, all the while listening out for any signs of movement from beyond the door.

The coolness of the toilet seat against your lower back sends shivers down your spine, but you ignore them as you ease your pants down to your ankles. Then, you pull your underwear to the side and begin to push the toilet paper into your anus, slowly stretching yourself open.

The pain is intense at first, but as the toilet paper continues to push its way further into your rectum, you begin to feel a strange sort of pleasure. You moan softly, the sounds echoing around the bathroom. You push harder now, reaching deeper into yourself until you can feel the softness of the toilet paper against your sensitive walls. Then, you begin to push it back out, savouring the sensation of the fullness within you and the emptiness left behind.

As you clean yourself up, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame. But you also feel a strange sort of power as you contemplate the idea of Mistress Isabella finding out about your secret act of submission. It both excites and frightens you, but you can't deny the thrill that courses through your veins at the thought of her discovering your secret desire.

Finally, you're clean and presentable once again. You take a deep breath, steadying your nerves, and exit the bathroom, ready to face whatever consequences may come. As you stand there, waiting for Mistress Isabella to return, you can't help but picture the look on her face when she discovers what you've done. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

And then, she walks in. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight before her – the clean toilet bowl, the neatly folded toilet paper on the floor. She approaches slowly, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors. And then, she reaches down and picks up the toilet paper, smoothing it out between her fingers. As she reads your message – "MISTRESS ISABELLA, YOUR ASS LOOKS LIKE A CIGAR" – written in your own blood, her face betrays a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else altogether. Something that fills you with hope. Something that tells you that maybe, just maybe, you might have a chance after all.