ScatqueensBerlin - Mistress Michelle and The Scat Gag P2

Mistress Michelle, a stunning brunette dominant, released her gagged toilet slave from the wall and gazed down at him with a wicked grin. She knew he was eager to experience more of her scatological delights, and she was more than happy to oblige. The slave couldn't help but whimper in anticipation as she commanded him to kneel before her. "Now then, my little toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with pleasure. "It's time to take things to the next level. Lie down on the ground, legs spread wide, and open your mouth as wide as you can." Without hesitation, the slave complied, positioning himself on the cold floor with his hands behind his head. His heart pounded with excitement as Mistress Michelle positioned herself above him, her perfect ass hovering above his face. With a smirk, she gripped his hair firmly and lowered herself slowly onto his face, her warm feces filling his mouth once again. This time, however, things were a bit different. The poop was much softer than before, almost mushy, and the slave couldn't help but feel a wave of nausea wash over him. But he knew that this was part of his submission, so he pushed through the discomfort and concentrated on pleasing his Mistress. As she sat on his face, grinding her hips against his nose and tongue, he could feel the poop moving around in his mouth, threatening to choke him. But he didn't mind. In fact, he welcomed the sensation. It was a testament to Mistress Michelle's power over him that he could endure such a humiliating and disgusting experience just to please her. And so, he focused all his energy on swallowing the fetid mess in his mouth, savoring every moment of obedience and submission. As she finally stood up, allowing the remainder of the poop to slide out of his mouth and onto his face, the slave felt an unexpected surge of pride. He had essentially become a human toilet, and yet he had never felt more alive or more fulfilled. The stench of shit was intoxicating, and he couldn't wait for his next opportunity to please his beautiful Mistress. With a satisfied smirk, Mistress Michelle reached down and grabbed a handful of his shit-covered hair. "That's a good toilet slave," she purred, her voice vibrating with authority. "Now clean yourself up and await further instructions." And with that, she turned and left the room, leaving her toilet slave to contemplate his next task. The smell of feces lingered in the air, but for the slave, it was a sweet, intoxicating aroma that filled him with anticipation for what was yet to come.