ScatqueensBerlin - Mistress Michelle and the Scat Gag P3

Mistress Michelle looked down at her toilet slave with a mix of amusement and anticipation. She had just finished depositing a hot, steaming load of shit into his mouth, and now he had to prove that he was capable of swallowing it all. As he stood there, his eyes watering from the foul taste and smell, his body trembled with fear and excitement.

The Mistress smiled cruelly, knowing full well that this was the moment of truth for her toilet slave. With a flick of her wrist, she removed the ball gag from his mouth, eager to hear him beg for more. To her delight, he didn't hesitate for a second. His mouth drooling with her shit, he looked up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging to be allowed to taste more of her divine bowel movements.

Mistress Michelle chuckled darkly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "You want more, don't you?" she purred, her tongue darting out to wet her impossibly plump lips. The toilet slave nodded frantically, his entire body quivering in anticipation of what was to come. With a cruel twist of her wrist, Mistress Michelle pushed him forward until he was kneeling on the cold tile floor, his mouth pressed against the toilet seat that still bore the imprint of her shit-coated ass.

Slowly, deliberately, Mistress Michelle lowered her ass once again, positioning the head of her shithole directly above his open mouth. This time, she paused, enjoying the look of pure, unadulterated desire in his eyes. With a triumphant smile, she released another hot, sticky load of shit into his eagerly waiting mouth. He struggled to swallow it all, gagging and choking as the thick, foul-tasting mass forced itself down his throat.

Mistress Michelle watched with delight as her toilet slave struggled to swallow her shit. She knew that this was exactly what he had been training for - to serve as her personal shit-eating slave, devoted to satisfying her every whim and desire. And as he continued to struggle with her latest deposit, she couldn't help but feel a wave of pride wash over her.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the toilet slave managed to swallow the last morsel of shit. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he fell forward, crumpling to the floor in a mix of pleasure and pain. Mistress Michelle watched him for a moment, considering her next move. With a final glance at her helpless toilet slave, she made her decision.

Stepping back, Mistress Michelle allowed her toilet slave a moment to catch his breath and regain his composure. But as he struggled to stand up once again, she paused, a wicked smile playing across her lips. "No," she said softly, shaking her head. "Not this time."

With that, she pushed him forward again, forcing his head deep into the toilet bowl. His mouth opened in surprise as the cold water rushed over him, washing away the remnants of her shit. And as Mistress Michelle watched with a smile, her toilet slave began to learn a new lesson: that no matter how much he might crave the taste of her shit, it was ultimately her decision when and how he got to experience it.