ScatqueensBerlin - Marie at Morning P1

Lady Marie, the stunningly beautiful and powerful mistress, sashayed into her luxurious bathroom, her long legs clad in shiny fishnets and silken robe swishing gracefully against the marble floor. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the decor with satisfaction before settling on the squirming figure of her toilet slave strapped to the floor before her. The slave's eyes flickered nervously up to meet hers, filling with fear at the sight of his beloved mistress. He couldn't help but tremble in anticipation, his cock stiffening in his restrictive underwear as he thought about what was about to happen. Without a word, Lady Marie sat down on the cold toilet seat and immediately released a torrent of urine into the slave's gaping mouth. He could barely contain his gag reflex as he tried his best to swallow every drop, as he had promised. "I knew you couldn't resist my golden shower," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "Now, it's time for your real task." Lady Marie stood up from the toilet and walked over to the slave, inches from his quivering lips. He could feel her scorching breath against his skin as she leaned down and whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "It's time for you to prove your worth as my toilet slave," she hissed, emphasizing each word with a wicked grin. As if to emphasize her point, Lady Marie's robe began to part slightly, revealing the outline of her perfect ass. The slave trembled with anticipation, knowing what was about to happen next. His mistress had trained him well, ensuring he would obey no matter how degrading or disgusting the act. Slowly, Lady Marie lowered herself onto the toilet once again, this time with a smile of anticipation on her face. She knew he would do as he was told, as he always did. The rosette of her ass soon surrounded the slave's mouth, and he waited in this position for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Lady Marie sighed deeply and began to press, loosening her grip on her bowels. The slave felt a warm, putrid sensation spread through his mouth as her shit began to flow into his waiting maw. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the taste, but it was no use. Every time he swallowed, the rancid taste of his mistress's shit would overwhelm his senses. As Lady Marie finished emptying her bowels into the slave's mouth, she leaned back with a satisfied smirk. She knew he would never be able to find another mistress as beautiful and powerful as her. With a flick of her wrist, she lit up another cigarette and leaned down once again, this time using the slave's mouth as an ashtray for her cigarette butts. She let out a satisfied exhale of smoke and stood up, pulling her robe closed once again. "That, my toilet slave, is what you will be doing for the rest of your pathetic life," she said, spitting the remnants of her cigarette onto the slaves chest. With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving the nauseous slave to clean up her mess. For the remainder of his days, the slave would serve his mistress faithfully, enduring the degradation and humiliation she so eagerly bestowed upon him. And as for Lady Marie, she would continue to find satisfaction in the knowledge that she had complete control over him, her loyal toilet slave.