Toilet Slaves Scatology - Shat On and Booted HARD - Part 1

Mistress Emiko dug her slim fingers into the slave's throat. She wanted to crush his throat and choke him good, because that would exercise his face for what lay ahead. Laughing at how pathetic the shit slave is to her strong touch, she pushes down her panties and proceeds to take a dump on the slave's face. The slave smelled the mistress' putrid a**, she hadn't been washing herself right and even the sweat on her buttcrack smelled stale and nasty. She had a heart-shaped asshole that was imperious and forboding, and her a**hole was tight, but carried with it the authority of a mistress. She moaned as she let her asshole blossom, as her soft, foamy shit began extruding.

The shit slave heard a faint 'whomp' as the foamy shit began dropping on his face - it smelled of sour dairy and was equally bitter to the nostrils. She enjoyed taking a dump on shit slave's faces and she continued pinching off sausages, until the slave's face was almost completely covered. She plopped down onto a nearby toilet seat, putting both feet on the slave's chest. After a couple of minutes of soaking in the power and humiliation of this position, she decided it was time to really play.

Standing back up, she pulled her panties back up, now completely dry from the slaps and taps she used to clean her filthy anus. She turned back to the slave, who could see the glint of excitement in her eyes. She dug her left boot into the slave's face, pushing her heel against his cheek and under his jaw. The soft leather flexed as she ground her heel in, crushing the foul shit on his cheeks and against his unwilling mouth. The smell of freshly ground shoe leather mingled with the sour scent of her feces, filling the toilet stall with a pungent aroma.

For several long minutes, Mistress Emiko alternated between grinding her heel in and lifting her boot off, just enough to let the slave suck in air. She watched as he struggled to breathe through his nose, feeling his lips smacking against her leather boot. It was a delicious sensation - to know that she had complete control over this pathetic toilet slave made her heart race with excitement. Slowly, she began to shift her weight onto her left leg, digging the toe of her right boot into the slave's stomach. Her foot pushed down, forcing the air from his lungs as he let out a soft moan. With a smirk, she pushed even harder.

Mistress Emiko watched in satisfaction as the slave's face contorted in pain, his eyes filled with tears. He was just a lowly toilet slave, there to serve her every need - and today, that meant being her personal human toilet. She slid her boot back off his face, sitting down on the edge of the toilet. Leaning forward, she cupped her hands around her anus and squeezed out another sausage-shaped turd. It landed with a wet plop on the slave's chest, reeking of her feces and adding to the layer of filth already covering his skin. Laughing, she leaned down and dragged her tongue across the slave's lips, tasting the foul mixture of her shit and spit. "That's my good boy," she purred, reaching down to grab the slave's hair. "Now open up wide and say cheese!"

As the slave braced himself for what was to come, he couldn't help but wonder how far she would take this twisted game. Would she make him swallow every disgusting mouthful of her shit? Or would she find some other creative way to degrade and humiliate him? Whatever happened next, he knew one thing for sure - he was totally and irrevocably at her mercy.