ScatqueensBerlin - Mistress Michelle - Scat Biscuits P2

Mistress Michelle, the Queen of Scat, presided over the toilet slave's next humiliating task. She had ordered him to make a batch of scat biscuits, which he had dutifully put together. Now, it was time for him to cut out the shapes from the dough. Each biscuit was to be a perfect replica of her shit, which he had gathered earlier that day. He trembled as he kneaded the soft dough, his fingers leaving traces of her sacred feces behind.

The slave felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he took the first sleek, round piece of dough between his thumb and index finger. He couldn't believe he was about to recreate Mistress Michelle's shit right in front of her. He hesitated for a moment, feeling her gaze bore into the back of his head. Slowly, he brought the blade down, slicing through the dough and revealing the perfect scat-shaped biscuit beneath. He repeated the process, creating a pile of repugnant yet fascinating treats. The slave could feel his cock stirring as he worked, imagining what it would be like to taste her divine excrement.

Mistress Michelle watched with cold amusement as the toilet slave worked. She smiled to herself, knowing that he was becoming more and more aroused by his own filth. This was exactly the kind of power she craved. Every movement, every word, every smell of shit was a testament to her dominance over him. When the slave had finished cutting out all of the biscuits, she gestured for him to continue. He knew what she wanted: he had to gather up all of the scraps of dough that hadn't been used, and lick them clean. It was a difficult task, made all the more so by the knowledge that he was about to taste his own feces-flavored saliva. The slave used his tongue to scrub away at the dough, licking up every last trace of Mistress Michelle's precious excrement. He didn't mind the taste; in fact, he welcomed it. It was a reminder of her power, of her control over him. When he had finished, he proudly presented the used rolling pin and spatula to his Mistress, who inspected them carefully. "Excellent work, toilet slave," she purred. "Now, it's time for you to enjoy the fruits of your labor." With a cruel smile, Mistress Michelle gestured for the slave to pick up a biscuit. He did so hesitantly, eyeing it warily. He had never tasted anything like this before, and he wasn't sure he was ready. But when Mistress Michelle raised an eyebrow in expectation, he couldn't back down. Gingerly, he brought the biscuit to his lips and took a tentative bite. Immediately, his mouth filled with the rich, earthy flavor of human feces. He could feel it coating his tongue, sliding down his throat. It was an intoxicating, unnatural taste, and he couldn't help but moan in pleasure. As the slave ate his way through the pile of biscuits, Mistress Michelle watched with satisfaction. She knew that he was now completely under her spell, that he would do anything for just a taste of his own filth. And she planned on keeping him right where he was: at her feet, covered in shit and begging for more.