Toilet Slaves Scatology - Genkeis Lovely Playtime With Tongs!

Genkei, the baldy slave, giggled playfully as he felt something cold and hard pressing against his lips. His heart raced with anticipation, knowing that it was part of his punishment for not performing well as a human toilet yesterday. He watched in dread as the mistress, clad in a tight black latex dress that hugged her curves, adjusted the mouth expander. It looked like a medieval torture device made specifically for humans who would rather defecate on themselves than use their tongue properly. But Genkei knew better than to show any signs of defiance. He had learned early on that being submissive was the only way to survive in this place. So, even though his mouth was already filled with the tangy taste of his morning meal, he kept his eyes fixated on her, waiting for her next move. "Are you ready, my little toilet slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. Genkei nodded silently, his eyes pleading for mercy. But mercy was something he wouldn't find here. Not today. Not ever. With a mischievous grin, the mistress lowered herself onto his face, her full breasts pressing against his cheeks. As she positioned herself perfectly, he felt another cold object, this time round and hard, pressing against his lips. His mind filled with dread as he realized it was her ass, needing to be cleaned as always. She released a long, fetid fart into the air, and Genkei couldn't resist tasting it. He puckered his lips, eager for the intoxicating rotten flavor to wash over his taste buds. The fart was unlike any he had ever experienced before - an intoxicating mix of sweet and foul, like the aroma of rotten eggs mixed with fresh flowers. It tasted heavenly! The mistress was clearly enjoying herself, pushing and grinding against his face as she released a steady stream of putrid gas into his waiting mouth. Genkei closed his eyes, savoring every second of this unique experience. He could feel her warmth, her musky scent filling his senses, and he knew that he would do anything she asked of him just to be allowed to continue experiencing these moments of pure bliss. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes, the mistress released a final, thunderous fart that shook Genkei's entire body. He felt her weight lift off him, and he opened his eyes in anticipation of what would come next. To his surprise, she simply leaned forward, releasing a voluminous load of shit directly onto his face. The smell was overpowering - a heady mix of rotten eggs, ammonia, and something darker, something primal. Genkei trembled with excitement as he watched the shit slide down his forehead, over his cheeks, and into his mouth. The taste was unlike anything he had ever imagined - bitter and sweet at the same time, chewy and gooey, with a satisfying texture that made him want more. As he savored the taste of her warm, steaming shit, Genkei could feel the mistress's fingers delving into his mouth, dipping into the sloppy mess that was now his only true companion. She chuckled darkly as she felt his tongue work against her finger, trying to cleanse her of the filth that he had so eagerly devoured. And there it was - the moment of truth. Would she be satisfied with his performance this time? Or would she demand more? Genkei held his breath, awaiting her verdict. He felt a sudden pinch on his tongue, and he cried out in pain as she yanked on it with the tongs. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper. "Looks like you've been a good little toilet today. Maybe I'll let you taste some other delicacies in the future." She winked at him, her eyes gleaming with malice. "But for now, you've earned a rest." Genkei felt the mistress's weight lift off him, and he collapsed onto the cold, hard floor, gasping for air. He looked up at her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and shame swirling within him. She was smiling, her lips curling into a cruel grin. "Remember, my little toilet," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. "I'm always watching. And if you ever forget your place, well, let's just say I have some very special punishments waiting for you." With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Genkei to clean himself up and contemplate his fate. But for now, he was content to savor the sweet, foul taste of her shit in his mouth. He knew that he had found his true calling, and there was no turning back. He was a toilet slave, bowing before his mistress and happy to clean her filthiest parts. As the warm, sticky feeling in his mouth began to subside, he couldn't help but smile. Life as a human toilet was never dull, and for Genkei, it was a constant source of pleasure beyond compare.