ScatqueensBerlin - Marie First Time P3

As Marie's slave continued to deplete the cavity of her asshole, the queen watched in fascination, feeling herself dripping with excitement. Witnessing his devotion to her scent and taste only fueled her desire for more depraved acts. She was not yet satisfied. She decided that before moving on to the next stage, he must prove his willingness to consume anything she demanded from him, even if it meant consuming every last drop of shit from his own mouth. Marie made a commanding gesture, signaling for her slave to stop. She then turned around, bending over slightly at the waist and presenting her perfect ass. "You haven't tasted my scent properly," she said seductively. "Open up and show me how much you love me." With trembling hands, the slave removed his mask and revealed his quivering lips, ready for any command from his mistress. Marie laughed evilly, her breath hot against his face. "I said 'show me'," she purred, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head towards her asscheeks. She spread her cheeks wide, revealing the entrance to her tight rectum and the entirety of her dirty work. His eyes were glued to the sight before him - a mix of fear, lust, and fascination. "Taste it, slave," Marie commanded, her voice a low growl. "Show me how much you love me by tasting every last drop of my scat from your own mouth." He opened his mouth wide, feeling her hot breath against his tongue. It was like being on the edge of an endless abyss; he could feel the warm, sticky mass coating the roof of his mouth as it hovered above his gaping maw. But he knew he had no choice. He had to obey. Slowly, Marie lowered herself onto the slave's face, relishing the feeling of his warm breath and eager mouth against her asshole. She pushed herself down onto him, feeling his tongue work its magic as it probed deeper into her anal cavity. His tongue lashed out wildly, eager to consume every last morsel of her scat. She moaned softly, her hips thrusting upwards into his face as the slave began to lap up the gallons of shit that still coated his own tongue and lips. Marie watched with perverse pleasure as he began to get lost in the act, his hands clutching at her hips as he drank deeply of her essence. Finally, when she was certain that there was nothing left inside his mouth, she released him and stood up straight. The slave's face was covered in her hot, sticky waste; his lips and tongue dripped with the taste of his mistress's ass. With an evil grin, Marie plucked the toilet brush from its holder and approached her slave. "Now it's time to clean up. Open your mouth wide, slave," she commanded once again. The slave obeyed without hesitation, parting his lips as far as they would go. Marie's eyes glinted with malice as she smeared the toilet brush handle across his mouth, coating it with a thick layer of her shit-smeared saliva. Then she moved the brush downwards, pushing it past his lips and into his mouth. He could feel the bristles brushing against the insides of his cheeks as she scraped away what remained of her shit from within him. His tongue flicked out tastelessly against the metal, trying to cleanse his mouth of the foul taste that seemed to linger no matter how much he licked. As she worked, Marie whispered sweet nothings in his ear. "You're such a good little toilet slave," she purred. "You'll make such a good toilet in the future." She grinned, knowing full well that he was already under her spell, bound to her forever. Finally, she pulled the toilet brush from his mouth and inspected her handiwork. "Your mouth is clean," she declared, her voice ringing with satisfaction. "Now it's time to taste me again." With that, Marie turned around and lowered herself once more onto the eager face of her slave. This time, she let him regain control over his own actions. He lapped at the entrance to her asshole, his tongue darting in and out as he sought to savor every last drop of his mistress's scent. Marie leaned back against the sink, her eyes closed as she relished the feeling of his warm mouth on her ass. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, letting him take control of the rhythm. As she descended into her own world of pleasure, Marie felt a wave of heat wash over her. Her body trembled with anticipation as she raised herself off of his face, her asshole pulsating. She felt the first spurt of hot urine hit against the entrance to her rectum. It was followed by another, and then another as she pissed all over his face. The slave didn't flinch; he just lapped at her asshole hungrily, eager to taste every last drop of her urine mixed with her feces. Marie could feel the heat building inside her, and she knew what was coming next. With a final commanding thrust, she emptied her bowels into his eager mouth, filling him with the sweet, warm taste of her shit once more. As he lay there, covered in her waste and piss, the slave couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment. He was hers, body and soul. He would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved or humiliating. For he was a toilet slave, and he loved every bit of it.