MISTRESS ISABELLA - SCAT POV 2021 HAPPY NEW YEAR! by Mistress Isabella

As the clock strikes midnight, Mistress Isabella opens her eyes and smiles. Her long, luscious hair sprawled across the plush red satin sheets, reflecting the soft glow of the candles that flicker around her. She stretches her lithe body, luxuriating in the sense of power that fills her. Today is the first day of the New Year, and she has a special treat planned for her loyal subjects. A treat that involves indulging in their deepest, dirtiest fetish - scat.

Dressed in a plunging black leather corset that accentuates her curvy figure, she steps out of her chamber and makes her way towards the dungeon. The candlelight flickers over her exposed skin, casting shadows that dance upon the walls. Upon reaching the entrance, she steps over the threshold, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Inside, she finds her patient awaiting her arrival.

He is tied to a wooden X, naked and trembling with anticipation. His thick, meaty cock stands at attention, leaking precum onto the cold stone floor. "Well, well," she purrs, circling around him like a predator eyeing its prey. "Are you ready for your Mistress's special treat?"

Without waiting for an answer, she reaches down and pulls his limp, trembling body towards her. Planting a soft kiss on his quivering lips, she whispers, "Today, you're going to be my personal human toilet." A shiver runs through him as he feels her warm breath against his skin. She knows this is what he's been waiting for - a chance to serve his Goddess in the filthiest way possible.

She laughs, a low, husky chuckle that sends shivers down his spine. "Yes, you'll be my human toilet," she repeats, her voice dripping with lust and power. "And you'll love every second of it."

With that, she moves behind him, her body pressed against his, and begins to thrust her hips. His cock jerks within his rock-hard cage, desperate for release. But Mistress Isabella has other plans. She grinds against him, her meaty sex leaking warm, sticky fluid onto the small of his back. "That's it, worm," she growls, biting down on his earlobe. "Take it all in."

As she picks up the pace, the sensation becomes too much for him. He feels like he's about to explode, but there's nowhere for his cum to go. The anticipation builds within him, a cocktail of fear and arousal mixing together in his belly. And then, without warning, she stops moving. His cock throbs, begging for release, but there's nothing but cold air against his swollen head.

She steps back, her hand moving to her lower regions. With a practiced ease, she begins to stroke herself, watching as his eyes widen in shock and awe. Slowly, she lowers herself onto the cold stone floor, her ass pointing up towards him. His mouth begins to water as he takes in the sight of her perfect cheeks, just waiting to be covered in his spit. "Wet your cock, worm," she whispers, her breath tickling the hairs at the base of his spine. "It's time to feed your Goddess."

Unable to resist any longer, he brings his mouth down to the head of his cock, taking it as deep into his throat as he can. The taste of his own pre-cum mixed with the salty sweetness of his spit sends a shiver down his spine. And then, with a force that takes him by surprise, she releases a hot, steaming load onto his face. It's like nothing he's ever tasted before - rich, creamy, and utterly irresistible.

She laughs, a deep, satisfied chuckle that rings through the dungeon. "Taste your mistress, worm," she orders, spreading her cheeks wider, inviting him to devour her ass. Obediently, he lowers his mouth to her perfect ass, taking in the heady aroma of her freshly shat meal. And as he begins to lap up her juices, he knows that there's nowhere else in the world he'd rather be than at the feet of his beloved Mistress Isabella.

As the aftermath of their session fades away, Mistress Isabella smiles, looking down at the man trembling beneath her feet. "You may come now, worm," she says, her voice softening, almost gentle. And with those words, his cock erupts, spurting his hot, sticky seed all over the cold stone floor.

She stands up, pulling him up with her, her hands resting on his shoulders. For a moment, she just stares into his eyes, trying to communicate something deep and profound. And then, she leans down and presses a soft kiss to his forehead, whispering, "Thank you, worm. I couldn't have done it without you."

With those words, she turns and makes her way back to her chambers, leaving him standing there, covered in her scent and her essence. He knows that this was just the beginning. There would be other sessions, other tasks, and yet, despite the filth and degradation, he can't help but feel a strange sense of contentment.