Toilet Slaves Scatology - My Mistress Shits on Me and I Love It!

I kneel at my Mistress's feet, my heart racing and cock twitching with anticipation. She's the most powerful Woman I know, controlling not just my body but also my mind. Today, I am her toilet slave, existing only to serve her every dirty, depraved need. And right now, that need is for scat.

She smirks down at me, her full lips curled in amusement. "Are you ready for your daily dose of scatology, my toilet slave?" she purred. I could only nod in response, my mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. She was truly the queen of excrement, and there was nothing I wanted more than to be covered in her filth.

Without further hesitation, she hiked up her dress, revealing her perfect, round ass. My eyes widened in awe as she began to push out loose, hot turds from her asshole. They dropped onto my eager lips, and I couldn't help but hungrily swallow them down. The taste of her feces was intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. But I knew there was more to come.

Next, she grabbed one of the chunks of shit from my face and began to push it back into her ass with one hand. I watched in disbelief as she forced her own shit back into her body. It only made me want more of her filth. As she finally pulled her hand out, I could see that it was covered in scat, shining with a greasy sheen. And then, in one swift motion, she shoved it deep into her mouth, swallowing it down as if it were the most delicious treat.

I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I threw myself at her feet, bowing my head submissively. "Please, Mistress," I begged. "I need more of your scat. Fill me up with your feces until I'm nothing but a walking toilet." She giggled warmly and lifted me back onto my feet, guiding me towards the bed. As she steadied me, I could feel her ass pressing against my cock, teasing me mercilessly.

On the bed, she spread her legs wide, revealing her dripping wet pussy. "First, I think you need some punishment for begging so pathetically," she growled, her voice thick with lust. And with that, she lowered her face onto my cock, taking me deep into her throat. I moaned loudly, the feeling of her warm, slick mouth around my dick sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. But I knew there was more to come.

After what felt like an eternity of her sucking me off, she pulled away, grabbing a handful of my hair. "Now it's time for you to pay your dues, toilet slave," she said, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. And with that, she pushed me onto the floor, straddling my face. As I looked up at her, I could see a stream of hot, liquid shit pouring from her asshole. And just like that, she was once again covering me in her filth, her scat.

This time, though, it was different. This time, as she grinded her hips against my face, pushing her scat into my mouth, I could feel something strange happening. Something was...changing. The scat was no longer just filth or disgusting to me. Instead, it was filling me with an overwhelming sense of power and control. And as she finally pulled away, leaving me covered in her warm, satisfying scat, I knew that this was a moment I would never forget.