Toilet Slaves Scatology - Scat Mistress Saya Takazawas Fun! - P 3

Toilet Slaves Scatology - Scat Mistress Saya Takazawas Fun! - P 3

By the time the slave finished cleaning up after his mistress, she was more than ready to have some fun with him. She sat down on the toilet seat, holding her phone in one hand and gesturing for the slave to approach with the other. Slowly, he made his way over, his heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.

The mistress smiled cruelly as he knelt down in front of her, a roll of toilet paper sitting on the edge of the bowl. "Tell me, slave," she purred, "are you ready to be my plaything once again?"

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and placed a pile of her shit on his lips. It was an impressive amount, causing him to struggle to balance it all as she watched with amusement. The slave couldn't help but tremble with fear and excitement as he fought to keep the pile of feces steady.

"Good job, slave," she finally said, reaching down to stroke his cheek gently. "Now, why don't you show me just how obedient you are?" She smiled evilly as she leaned back again, placing another pile of shit on top of the first one.

The slave couldn't believe what was happening, but he knew that defiance was not an option. He could only nod mutely and continue to balance the growing mound of feces on his lips.

She continued to pile on the shit, watching with satisfaction as his face became smeared with the foul matter. When she finally deemed that he had enough, she nodded curtly and gestured for him to move closer.

The slave, trembling with fear and anticipation, lowered his head as instructed. He was immediately met with a warm, wet sensation as his mistress began to smear the heap of shit on her chest. She chuckled darkly as he groaned in disgust, enjoying his discomfort immensely.

After a few minutes of this, the mistress stood up and grabbed hold of her slave's cock through his pants. "Time to again show my slave how much fun we can have," she purred, pulling him towards the toilet bowl.

She sat down on the cold ceramic with a smirk, gesturing for the slave to kneel before her. As he did so, she reached into the toilet bowl and pulled out a long, stringy piece of feces. "This is going to be interesting," she mused, dangling the noodle in front of him.

Without further instruction, the slave leaned forward and took the noodle in his mouth, not daring to refuse. His mistress smiled cruelly as she watched him swallow, then stood up once again. She walked around behind him and grabbed hold of his hips, positioning his ass at the edge of the toilet bowl.

Without warning, she pushed the noodle into his asshole, causing him to gasp in shock and pain. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't resist the urge to push back, feeling the strangest mixture of pleasure and humiliation as she forced the noodle deeper inside him.

When she was satisfied, she withdrew the noodle and held it up, admiring the streak of shit that now coated it. She grinned maliciously before directing him to spread the mess over her panties and ass.

The slave hesitated for a moment, not wanting to make contact with another human's feces. But as always, he knew better than to defy his mistress. Slowly, he reached out and smeared the shit across her skin, wincing as the foul smell assailed his nostrils.

When he was done, mistress Saya nodded in approval. "Now, slave," she purred, "it's time for you to show your gratitude." She knelt down in front of him and took hold of his cock once again, giving it a few slow strokes as she watched him closely.

Feeling himself growing more and more aroused, the slave leaned forward and began to blow his mistress. It was one of the most humiliating things he had ever done, but he knew that it was his duty to please his mistress in any way she desired.

As he felt her cum splashing against his face, the slave couldn't help but wonder how much further she would take this. Would there be more shit, more humiliation? Or would she finally be satisfied with her pet's obedience? For now, all he could do was serve his mistress and hope for the best.