Scat and Piss Femdom - No shitless life

The slave had been living with his mistress, Princess Nikki, for a while now. She was a beautiful and dominant woman who ruled his life with an iron fist. However, there was one thing that bothered him deeply - she never pissed or shit on him. He longed to be covered in her filth, to feel her warm piss flowing down his throat, and to taste her sweet shit on his tongue. Yet, despite his countless pleas, she remained elusive.

One day, the slave gathered up the courage to confront her about his desires. "My mistress," he began hesitantly, "I beg you, let me feel your piss and taste your shit. I need it to complete me." Princess Nikki listened to his plea with a knowing smile. "You really are a hopeless loser, aren't you?" she chuckled. "Alright then, I'll give you a taste."

She walked over to the corner of the room and unzipped her pants, revealing her perfect ass to him. As he knelt before her, his heart raced with anticipation. Princess Nikki peeled back her asshole and smeared her shit all over her hands, rubbing it into her fingers greedily. Then, she took a glass of water from the side table and filled it with her golden piss.

Without any further hesitation, she pushed the glass against his lips and ordered, "Drink it all up. Every drop." The slave didn't hesitate; he gulped down the cool liquid gratefully as he felt the warmth spread through his stomach. It was the most delicious beverage he had ever tasted.

Princess Nikki looked down at him with satisfaction and smirked. "Not bad for a first try," she commented. "But don't you ever dare ask for more than that again. Now, go clean yourself up."

His heart sank as he realized that his wish had been granted - but only for a moment. He couldn't help but crave more; he needed her to shit on him, to cover him in her filth. But he knew better than to ask again. He cleaned himself up and waited patiently, hoping against hope that someday, his mistress would relent and grant him his ultimate desire.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Still, Princess Nikki showed no sign of relenting. The slave grew desperate, his mind consumed by thoughts of her piss and shit. He dreamt about being covered in her filth, about the warmth and fullness it would bring him. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

Then, one night, as he lay in bed with his mistress asleep beside him, he noticed something unusual. Princess Nikki was making peculiar noises, as if she was constipated. His heart leapt with hope – could this be his chance? He waited with bated breath, praying silently that she would release her long-awaited load onto him.

Sure enough, after several minutes of silent suffering, Princess Nikki let out a long, low groan. She shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and then suddenly, there was a loud ripping sound. The slave held his breath as he felt something warm and soft land on his legs. It was her shit!

Quickly, he pressed his face against the cool, smooth surface of the floor, breathing in as deeply as he could the sweet, earthy scent of his mistress's shit. Tears of joy and relief streaming down his face, he couldn't believe his luck. At long last, he had tasted her excrement; he had finally been graced with her divine filth.

When Princess Nikki finally woke up, she saw the pathetic figure lying on the floor before her. "What are you doing?" she asked icily, a look of disgust crossing her face. The slave looked up at her, his eyes wide with love and devotion. "I love your shit," he murmured, licking his lips. "I love it so much."

For a moment, Princess Nikki was stunned. Then, she burst out laughing. "You are truly pathetic," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. But deep down, she was secretly pleased. She had never seen anyone worship her like that before. Besides, she thought with a wicked grin, it was nice to have someone to clean up after herself.