Toilet Slaves Scatology - Dominatrix Feeds Human Pet with her Feces!

Welcome to Toilet Slaves Scatology, where the ultimate power exchange play takes place. Today's activity involves a dominant female domme and her human pet who is ready to become her personal toilet. The story begins with the mistress sitting on her royal throne, adorned in luxurious latex and high heels. Her eyes glisten as she sees her pet kneeling before her, his head bowed in submission. This is just the beginning of his humiliating experience. The mistress clears her throat, signaling the start of the session. With a smirk, she stands up and unzips her leather pants, revealing her perfectly sculpted ass. The scent of feces wafts through the air, making the pet's mouth water with anticipation. He knows what's coming next. The domme gently presses her hand against his face, guiding him towards her divine rear. As he approaches, his tongue automatically extends, ready to taste his mistress's intimate area. She giggles, knowing that he likes it, before pushing him away. "Not yet," she teases, kneeling down and spreading her cheeks. Without further ado, she pulls out a long, golden turd and places it right in front of the pet's face. His eyes widen in shock but also excitement, as he can't help but stare at the shiny object. The mistress chuckles and grabs him by his hair, forcing his face closer to the steaming pile of scat. "Smell it," she commands softly, her voice dripping with authority. The pet takes a deep breath, inhaling the fecal fragrance that fills the room. "Now taste it," she adds, pushing his head forward until his lips finally touch the warm feces. The taste is unlike any other; it's salty and bitter with undertones of muskiness. Yet, somehow, the pet finds himself liking it. He tentatively licks the surface of the turd before opening his mouth wide, ready to swallow it whole if his mistress commanded it. After a few more moments of oral pleasure, the mistress stands up, wiping her hand across her pants. Without a word, she hands him a small bowl and motions for him to prepare himself for his meal. The pet obediently follows her instructions, knowing that if he refuses, he'll be punished severely. As he waits with anticipation, he can't help but notice the smell emanating from the bowl. It's almost overwhelming, but he remains calm, knowing that this is what he signed up for. The mistress watches with satisfaction as her pet prepares his meal, enjoying the look of pure bliss mixed with nervousness on his face. Once everything is ready, she steps back, giving him a chance to dig in. To his surprise, however, she doesn't allow him to touch the bowl just yet. Instead, she grabs his neck and leans forward, forcing him straight into the pile of feces that now covers the ground. His face is buried in the cold, wet mess as she holds him down, her high heels pressing against his back. He tries to fight back, but it's no use; he's at her mercy. As he desperately tries to escape the disgusting mess that is now his world, he can't help but feel an odd sense of pleasure coursing through his body. After what feels like an eternity, she finally releases him, allowing him to gasp for air. He quickly scrambles away from the pile of feces, trying to wipe it off from his face and body. But before he can even finish, his mistress is standing over him once again, this time holding a bowl of her own. She takes a step back, watching as he cringes in fear. But then, she smiles devilishly and moves towards him, placing the bowl on the ground. "Eat it," she commands firmly, pushing his head towards the bowl. "Every last bit." And so, the pet begins his meal, picking up spoonfuls of his mistress's feces and shoving them into his mouth. It's a strange sensation, but somehow, he finds himself craving more. As he finishes the bowl and looks up to find his mistress's approval, he's met with a stern gaze. "Clean your bowl," she orders, nodding her head towards the empty vessel. The pet hesitates for a moment before slowly moving his tongue around the edge of the bowl, cleaning every last bit of feces. When he's finished, he looks up at his mistress, waiting for further instructions. She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's a good pet," she purrs, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, go and take a nap. You'll need your energy for our next session." As the pet crawls away, exhausted but satisfied, he can't help but wonder what his next task will be. But one thing is for sure, he knows that he'll do it, no matter how disgusting or humiliating it may be. He is her toilet, and he'll always be ready to serve her.