Nemezis Queen - Test of The New Toilet

Nemezis Queen - Test of The New Toilet Today I was visited by a new living toilet. This young dog was selected at random to participate in a session on my blog. When he arrived, he was nervous and uncertain about what was about to happen. I could tell by his body language and the way he avoided eye contact that he wasn't quite comfortable with the situation. However, I assured him that everything would be alright and that he would enjoy himself once he got used to it. I led the dog into my private chambers, which were filled with all sorts of scatological items and paraphernalia. He looked around in curiosity as I closed the door behind us. I then proceeded to tie him up to a toilet seat with some leather straps, ensuring that he couldn't move too much. His cock was already hard, and precum was beginning to seep from its tip. It was clear that even though he might not be willing, his body was responding to the dirty desires that lay buried within him. Next, I grabbed a huge jar of my fresh human feces and brought it closer to him. The smell was overwhelming - a mixture of sweat, urine, and shit. But instead of turning away or showing disgust, the dog began to salivate uncontrollably. I could tell that he was aroused by the stench and the idea of what was about to happen. Slowly, I opened my mouth wide and showed him my glistening tongue. "Are you ready?" I asked, my voice both soft and commanding. Without waiting for a response, I leaned forward and began to slide my tongue into his mouth. The kiss was brutal, forcing his lips apart as our tongues entwined in a dance of filth and depravity. Finally, I pulled back, a string of saliva connecting us. "Drink," Iordered, issuing him an invitation he couldn't refuse. Without hesitation, the dog's head dipped into the jar of feces, and he started drinking eagerly. I watched as he lapped up the thick, stringy liquid, moaning softly as he savored the taste. Satisfied with his efforts, I released him from his bonds and guided him to the toilet bowl. "Now," I told him, "you are going to take all of me. Every last drop." And with those words, I sat down on the plate of feces that had been waiting for me. The dog looked at me hesitantly at first, but then his body gave in to the primal urges within him. He lowered his face into the mess and began to lick me clean, his tongue probing every crevice of my ass and anus. I moaned loudly, letting him know that he was doing a good job. As he worked, I placed my hands on his head and guided him, pushing his face deeper into my filth. I grunted with pleasure as he lapped up every last drop of my piss and shit, his eager tongue sliding against my sensitive skin. Finally, I felt clean, and I pulled him up to reward him. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, our tongues twisting and turning as we exchanged our dirty secrets. "You are a good toilet," I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. "Now go home and tell your friends about your experience with the Nemezis Queen." And with that final command, the young man was let go back into the real world with a newfound appreciation for scat fetishes and the power they held over him.