Scat Dynasty - Mistress Wens Toilet Slave

In a lavish mansion, Mistress Wen sat upon her throne, her bare feet dangling gracefully off the edge. She was dressed in a magnificent gown that hugged her curves perfectly, revealing just enough cleavage to tempt her unsuspecting toilet slave. He knelt before her, head bowed in submission, anticipating his mistress's desires. Mistress Wen smiled coldly, knowing that he understood exactly what was about to happen. "You've pleased me," she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now it's time for your reward." The slave trembled with fear and excitement, not knowing whether to brace himself for pleasure or pain.

Mistress Wen waved her hand dismissively, beckoning the slave to approach. He crawled forward eagerly, his eyes fixed on her feet. As he reached her feet, he began to worship them, kissing them and licking them clean of any dirt or debris. He savored every inch, lingering on her arch and toes before moving up her legs. She allowed him this for a moment before swiftly kicking him away, her foot connecting with his jaw, sending him reeling back. "That's enough, slave," she said, smirking. The slave shook off the blow and knelt back in position, awaiting her next command.

Mistress Wen stood up and made her way to the bathroom, her tight ass swaying seductively in her sheer robe. The slave followed her, his eyes glued to her rear end. She stopped at the toilet and sat down, her long silky hair cascading down around her as she lifted the toilet seat. She motioned for him to approach, and he did so hesitantly, his heart racing. "Drink up," she commanded, urinating into a bowl. The smell of her pee filled the air, and he leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste it. He eagerly lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of his mistress on his tongue.

Next, Mistress Wen rose from the toilet and turned to face the slave, her asshole gaping invitingly in front of him. "Now it's time for your real treat," she purred, lowering herself down onto the toilet seat again. He could see her brown ballsack twitching as she relaxed, preparing to take a shit. His cock hardened at the sight, and he sucked in a deep breath, anticipating the warmth of her shit on his face. Sure enough, moments later, she grunted and shat into the bowl, a big piece of her fat turd landing right in front of him. He leaned forward, his nose almost touching it, breathing in deeply as it filled his nostrils with its foul yet addictive scent.

Without warning, Mistress Wen lifted her leg and placed her smelly feet on the slave's shoulders. The scent intensified as he took in deep breaths, his tongue eagerly seeking out any remaining traces of his mistress's waste. He licked at her asshole eagerly, eager to taste every last drop of her pungent shit. She watched him with delight as he pleasured himself, knowing that he couldn't get enough of the sweet stench. After a few minutes, she pulled her feet away, teasing him for more.

The slave looked up at her, pleading with his eyes for more. Mistress Wen tilted her head slightly, considering his request. "Very well," she said finally, her voice dripping with reluctance. "But you'd better appreciate this, slave. This is the last time I'll be so generous." She lowered herself back onto the toilet, this time grunting louder as she pushed out another massive turd right into his awaiting mouth. The taste was even worse than the first, but he didn't care. He savored every bite, every chew. He was hers, body and soul, for as long as she desired him to be.

As he chewed and swallowed, Mistress Wen stood up and grabbed his hair, pulling him to his feet. She led him out of the bathroom, her slave following obediently. He knew that today's session was over, but there would be many more in the future. He was her toilet slave, and he would do anything to please her, no matter how disgusting or degrading it may be. Because for him, there was nothing more satisfying than the taste of his mistress's waste on his tongue and the feeling of her shit on his face.