Natalia Kapretti - Preparing slaves for scat party

Natalia Kapretti - Preparing slaves for scat party

Tonight was a special night. Me and Mrs. Galina had to serve our sluggish slaves. They had been punished with a whip, dressed up for us, licked and made to substitute their mouths with our entertainment. It was an honor for them. The slave was still inexperienced and afraid of scat. We smeared his food and made him lick it, letting him know that it was shit. He had been made into our common urinal and was enjoying our Golden piss. At the end of the meeting, the slave girl took a shit in the toilet and the slave ate toilet paper, which she wiped her ass with. Let him try and get used to the taste of real shit. After all, he had to eat shit from several women tonight.

As the night progressed, the party heated up with many of the women getting comfortable with their slaves and their scat fetishes. Mrs. Galina and I started off slowly, teasing our slaves with bits of food that had been touched by our anuses. They were eager to please us, lapping up every morsel like good dogs. Their tongues were slick with our nectar, and they couldn't get enough of the taste. We smiled at each other, knowing that we had truly broken them and made them our own.

One by one, the other women joined in. Each bringing their own unique flavor to the table. Some were tasteful and refined, while others were more... exotic. But no matter what, our slaves took it all in stride. They were servile and obedient, their only thought being to please their mistresses. Their faces were smeared with our shit and our piss, and they looked up at us with eyes filled with lust. This was what they had been trained for.

The climax of the party came when we had each of our slaves take a turn eating another woman's shit. It was an incredible sight, watching these pathetic creatures fallating and licking each other clean. They were no longer individuals, but rather extensions of their mistresses' will. And when the last drop of shit had been consumed, we knew that we had truly created something special.

As the last of the party guests left and the clean-up began, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. My slave had done well tonight, proving himself to be a valuable asset to my collection. And with the taste of fresh shit still lingering on his tongue, he knew that there would be many more nights like this in his future. After all, that's what he was for.