Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Begged My Mistress to Shit on My Face! - Full Movie

Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Begged My Mistress to Shit on My Face! - Full Movie

Little did I know that agreeing to become my mistress's personal toy would lead me down a path of such dark and twisted pleasure. I suppose I was enthralled by her beauty and power, and more than anything, I wanted to please her. My journey into the world of scat began one fateful day when I found myself kneeling before her, my face buried deep in her perfect ass cheeks.

With every gentle slap and push of her flawless derriere against my hungry lips, I felt myself being drawn deeper into her depraved world. And then came the moment I had been secretly yearning for - she whispered into my ear, "Would you like me to shit on your face?"

My heart leapt with excitement as I nodded eagerly, my cock already beginning to throb in anticipation. She pulled away from me slowly, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "You sure?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement. I nodded again, more urgently this time. "Alright then, slave," she purred, "but remember, this is my toilet, and I'll do it when I want to."

I spent the next few hours nervously hovering over the toilet bowl, my mind racing with images of her perfect body covered in steaming hot shit. Sure enough, after what felt like an eternity, she finally approached me with that same wicked grin plastered on her face.

Without further ado, she lifted up her dress and positioned herself over the edge of the toilet bowl, her ass dangling just above the water. She lowered herself slowly, her supple cheeks spreading apart as they met the cool porcelain. And then, with a gentle push, she released the first load of warm, soft feces onto my eager and waiting face.

It was everything I could have hoped for and more. I buried my face in her ass, eagerly lapping up every sweet, salty morsel of her filth as she released more and more onto my face. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, and moaned softly as I worked my tongue around the rim of the toilet bowl.

And then, just when I thought things couldn't get any hotter, she let out a low growl and pulled off her panties, revealing her wet, glistening cunt to me. Without waiting for permission, I plunged my tongue into her sopping wetness, thrusting it in and out of her eager mouth as she began to ride my face like a pony.

She was moaning loudly now, her hips grinding against my face as she rode the wave of pleasure. And then, suddenly, she stopped, pushing my face away with a satisfied smile. "You've been such a good little toilet slave," she purred, "why don't you clean me off?"

I leapt into action, licking her clean from the inside out, deftly avoiding her lady parts as I focused on the messy residue clinging to her skin. As I worked, I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in her demeanor - she was growing bolder, more confident in her control over me.

Finally, when she was squeaky clean, she leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. "You're such a good boy," she whispered into my ear, her hot breath sending shivers down my spine. And with that, she turned around and sauntered off to the bedroom, leaving me there, blushing profusely and achingly hard under the spell of her deviant charms.

I couldn't wait for our next session together, eagerly anticipating the filth and depravity that would be unleashed upon me. And so, I devoted myself entirely to serving my mistress, ready to do whatever it took to maintain my place at her altar of scatological ecstasy.