Toilet Slaves Scatology - Dungeons Prisoner! - Part 4

Perched on the edge of her chamber pot, the beautiful but cruel Mistress Amora stared down at her helpless toilet slave. "Now," she purred, "it's time to clean my beautiful ass!" She pushed the chamber pot closer to him, and pointed to the steaming pile of fresh shit within. "That's what I saved just for you," she whispered, her warm breath brushing against his cheek.

Trembling violently, the slave could deny her no longer. With trembling hands, he picked up the bronze scoop and approached the feces cautiously. The stench was overwhelming, but he had no voice to protest as Mistress Amora pushed his head closer to the chamber pot. "Sniff it," she commanded, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Take a good long whiff - that's my ass you're smelling!"

The slave obeyed, his nostrils burning as he inhaled deeply. His master's poop didn't taste disgusting, he reminded himself grimly. It was just the idea that turned him off. Still, he forced himself to scoop up a handful of feces with the bronze scoop and bring it to his mouth, gagging as he tried to push it past his gag reflex.

Mistress Amora watched with growing amusement as the slave struggled to obey her orders. "That's it, my little toilet slave," she chuckled darkly. "Show some respect for your master's ass!" She giggled at the irony of it all; this pathetic creature who called himself a man was reduced to doing her bidding, simply because she had the power to make him beg for it.

Finally, the slave managed to force himself to swallow the feces, choking and coughing as he struggled to breathe. Mistress Amora watched with a predator's gaze, savoring every moment of his humiliation. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to pat his head condescendingly. "Now, clean my asshole properly."

With trembling hands, the slave picked up a wet washcloth and began to clean his mistress's anus, stopping only to show her the soiled cloth. Each time, she would nod her approval, then force him to taste his own filthy hands. Finally, when she was satisfied that he had cleaned her thoroughly, she stood up and turned her back to him.

The slave's heart leapt with anticipation as he knelt behind her, his cock hard and throbbing with desire. "Now," she purred, "it's time for your reward." And with that, she gave him the fucking he had been desperate for, all while scatting on his face, making him eat every last piece of her shit-covered ass.