Toilet Slaves Scatology - Grooming new slave into scatology! Part 3

In the third part of the sordid tale, our protagonist finds himself being further immersed into the depraved world of scatology by his insatiable Mistress. After dutifully drinking her potent piss and cleaning the plate with his tongue, she commanded him to kneel between her legs. As he complied, anticipation filled his body at the thought of what might come next. Slowly, Mistress began to squat over his outstretched hand, her toned ass hovering just above his fingertips. His heart raced as he watched her glistening anus, barely containing the slippery, small poops she produced occasionally. She teased him for moments longer before finally placing her weight on his hand, forcing open his fingers and filling his palm with her warm, sticky feces. The oppressive smell of human waste assaulted his nostrils as he felt the soft, cold poop slide down his arm. Yet, he couldn't deny the surge of dark, carnal desire coursing through his veins. With each thrust of her hips, more of her fecal matter coated his hands and arms, branding him as her toilet slave for all to see. Mistress took great pleasure in the look of revulsion twisting his face, knowing full well that this was merely the beginning of his debasement. She commanded him to lick every speck of shit from her body, leaving not a trace behind. And so he did – scrubbing her skin clean with his tongue like a dutiful pet, reveling in the taste of her feces as she grinned wickedly down at him. As the final act of humiliation for this session, she instructed him to gather up every trace of his own filth from the floor and consume it without hesitation. His stomach churned at the thought, but he knew better than to disobey. Scooping up handfuls of his own waste with trembling hands, he brought it slowly to his lips, letting the foul flavor coat his tongue before swallowing it down in one disgusting gulp. With that, their session ended – for now. But our protagonist knew that there would be more to come; that he would be further groomed into Mistress's toilet slave, her personal fecal receptacle at her beck and call. As he lay in bed that night, stinking of piss and shit, he couldn't help but feel an unfamiliar mix of shame and arousal coursing through his veins.