Lady Domi, the gorgeous scatqueen, had a busy day ahead. The toilet slave, on the other hand, had an entire morning to prepare himself for his mistress's arrival. He knew that whatever order she would give him, he had to obey without question. Scatqueens ruled under the motto, "Scat first, ask questions later." Lady Domi waltzed into her bathroom, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor. She immediately caught sight of the slave kneeling before the toilet, his head bowed in submission. She loved seeing him like this - so vulnerable and exposed, ready to take on whatever she had in store for him. "Good morning, my slave," she purred, her warm breath brushing against his ear. "You have been a good slave this morning, haven't you?" Without waiting for a response, she moved behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling him into her her ample cleavage. She could smell the anxiousness coming off of him, and it only made her more aroused. With her free hand, she reached down and squeezed his cock through his pants. "I can see that you are excited, my slave," she said, her voice low and sultry. "But before we get to that, I need you to perform a very special task for me." She turned him around and pushed him back on his heels, planting herself firmly in front of him. Her body was radiating power and dominance, and the slave felt himself growing even smaller in comparison. "You see this box, my slave?" she asked, gesturing towards a large cardboard box on the floor. "I had a very interesting evening, and I have something very special for you inside. Something that is going to make you feel both humiliated and incredibly aroused at the same time." She reached into her panties and pulled out a small turd, still soft and warm from her body. She held it up to his face, enjoying the way he tried to avoid looking at it but couldn't help himself. "This is what awaits you inside the box, my slave," she said, her eyes shining with delight. "And you will spend the rest of the morning spooning it into yourself, knowing that it came directly from my precious body." Without another word, she pressed the slave down onto the floor, straddling his chest. With one hand, she grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face close to hers. With the other hand, she lifted up her skirt, revealing her delicate, bare ass. "Remember," she purred, "this is not for you. This is for me. You are simply a vessel for my pleasure." And with that, she placed the warm, soft turd on his tongue, watching with glee as he struggled to swallow it down. The scent of fresh shit filled the air as Lady Domi began to gyrate her hips, grinding against his face. The slave could feel her warm piss dripping onto his chest, further humiliating him, but also arousing him beyond belief. From the corner of his eye, he could see the large box on the floor, taunting him. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait to taste the sweet, naughty flavor of his mistress's shit once again. ScatqueensBerlin. The ultimate toilet slaves' paradise where the scatqueens reign supreme. Rule number one, there are no rules. All hail Lady Domi, the queen of scat.