Toilet Slaves Scatology - Office Pet Gets Poo Breakfast!

The office pet awaited his mistress's arrival with bated breath. He had been locked in his small cage all night, desperately craving human contact and the scent of his master's scat. As he heard her heels click across the floor, his tail began to wag frantically and profound mewling noises escaped his lips. Suddenly, the familiar smell of feces filled the air as Aya, the clerk, came into view. She was clad confidently in her skirt suit and heels, seemingly unaware of the stench that permeated the air around her. The office pet, sensing her imminent approach, began to whimper eagerly, his attention fixated on her every move.

Aya stopped in front of the cage, looking down at the pathetic creature with disdain. "Oh, shut up," she muttered under her breath, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a small bag of cheap toys purchased specifically for this purpose - the scent should make the pet beg for them. The pet's eyes widened as he caught sight of the colorful objects dangling in front of him; he immediately began to claw at the cage in an attempt to reach them.

Without any further hesitation, Aya grabbed hold of the small bowls used for feeding and watering, along with a plastic tray from beneath the cage. She set these items on her desk and proceeded to unlock the cage door. The pet sprang out with impressive agility, immediately kneeling before her and pressing his face into her crotch. He could feel the warmth of his mistress's body against his cheek as he inhaled her fecal-tinged scent with rapture.

Aya raised her leg, letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief as the pet began to lick her clean. It wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she decided to become a "pet play" enthusiast, but the pet's obedience and eagerness to please made the experience slightly more tolerable. She leaned forward, grunting as he lapped at her anus, picking up speed to ensure the pet received a thorough cleaning. As he continued his ministrations, an idea began to form in her twisted mind...

Once the pet had finished, Aya stood up and looked down at him, a wicked grin crossing her face. She commanded him to kneel before the bowl of paraphernalia she'd set out earlier, and the pet quickly complied. Nervously, he watched as she picked up a small plastic dish and placed it in front of him. He knew immediately what it was - he couldn't believe his luck!

Squatting over his glass feeding bowl, Aya unleashed a strong torrent of piss. This would be the warm soup to keep the pet's belly perfectly glowing and warm, too. Her anus blossomed just a bit to let out a cute chain of short brown sausages. The turd was soft and perfect, and was notched in just the right places. After unloading several segments into the bowl, she inches toward the human pet and the pet's face came closer, cleaning her anus ravenously with his tongue. He hasn't tasted piss and shit in a long while, and this is paradise.

Aya continued to wait patiently as the pet diligently scoured her anus with his tongue. She knew that it was important for him to clean her thoroughly; after all, she was his mistress and he was her toilet slave. Finally, satisfied with his work, she gave him a sharp nudge forward with her foot. The pet once again lowered his face to the feeding bowl, diving into the now dissolving shit and crumbling it in his mouth using every ounce of strength left in him. The human pet is visibly quaking from the powerful smell, which was foul and sour, and strong for a first meal. However, he couldn't help himself; he continued to consume every last morsel of his mistress's feces.