Toilet Slaves Scatology - My Girl Treats Me Like a Dog, Feeds Me Her Scat!

My heart races as I hear the familiar clink of the metal cage being pulled out from its hiding place. I'm already gagging on my leash, trying to contain my excitement for what's to come. My girl knows just how to indulge my sickest fetishes and today is no different. She grabs me by the collar, her grip firm but not enough to leave any visible marks. "Time to feed your face, you disgusting piece of shit," she says, leading me towards the bathroom.

The stench hits me as soon as we enter the room. A thick, nauseating aroma that sends shivers down my spine. My girl locks the cage behind me, smirking as she starts to prepare my meal. She squats on the floor, her pants riding low on her hips, revealing the plump cheeks of her ass. Without warning, she unloads a stream of piss onto the tiles in front of her. The sound of it splashing against the cold surface sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Next, she grunts and pushes out a massive turd. It's as long as my arm and about as wide as my face. She uses the heel of her hand to slowly spread apart the feces, revealing a thick layer of brown sludge beneath. I can feel my erection straining against the cage, aching for release. My girl picks up the turd in one swift motion, aiming the pointed end at me.

I moan, my excitement reaching its peak. The sensation of warm, sticky shit splattering against my face is like nothing else. She leans in closer, letting a few drops of her saliva land on my lips. I open my mouth wider, eager to taste every last bit of her filth. As she feeds me her shit, I can't help but lick my lips, savoring the taste of her ass on my tongue.

When she's finally satisfied that I've cleaned her ass of every last trace of shit, she steps back and grabs a ladle. The device clanks against the tiles as she scoops up a generous helping of her piss and shit mixture. I'm already on my hands and knees, ready to devour it. She presses the bowl against my face, forcing me to lunge forward and lap up the foul concoction. The taste is divine, a heady mix of urine, feces, and just a hint of her perfume.

My girl watches, a wicked grin on her face as she watches me lap up her disgusting gift. She's the only one who can make me feel so free and so depraved at the same time. When I've finished, she picks up the ladle and scoops out another helping. This time, she adds a bit of her own saliva, just to heighten the erotic intensity. The more I beg and plead, the more she feeds me her scat until I'm completely satiated.

Finally, she pulls the bowl away and steps back, surveying her handiwork. She's left me covered in piss and shit, my face shining with a thin layer of her feces. Even though I'm filthy and weak from hunger, I'm never felt more alive. For just a moment, I wonder how I'll ever be able to look at her without craving this sickening indulgence. But then I remember: I'm her toilet slave, and she holds all the power. And as long as she keeps feeding me her scat, I'll do anything she wants.