Toilet Slaves Scatology - The Scat Affair! - Full Movie

The day had finally arrived for John. He was meeting his Mistress at the hotel to carry out his cunning plan to cheat on his wife with his scat slave. As he nervously walked towards the room, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and dread. His heart raced as he wondered how his Mistress would react to his request. When he arrived, she was already there, waiting for him. She wore a seductive black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. She smiled at him, and he felt a twinge of guilt for what he was about to ask her. Reluctantly, he began to explain his plan. He wanted her to help him cheat on his wife and introduce his scat slave to the world of BDSM. She listened intently, and when he finished speaking, she nodded her head in understanding. "I see," she said slowly, "and you think I can help you with this?" Her voice was laced with seduction, and John couldn't tear his eyes away from her. He nervously nodded his head, and she smiled. "Well," she said, standing up, "let's get started then." She moved towards him, and he felt a gentle tug on his hand. In moments, they were in the room, the door closed tightly behind them. She turned to face him, her lips so close he could feel their warmth against his cheek. "Take off your clothes," she said softly, and he found himself complying without hesitation. She stripped him bare before his eyes, and he stood there, vulnerable and exposed in front of her. She stepped closer, her breath mingling with his as she reached out to touch him. His cock stiffened at her touch, and he moaned softly. "Good boy," she whispered, running her fingers along his shaft. She began to stroke him slowly, steadily building up the pleasure until he felt like he couldn't take any more. Suddenly, she stopped and turned away from him. He watched as she knelt down on the floor, her dress hitched up around her hips. She leaned forward, her head disappearing beneath the surface of the toilet seat. Moments later, there was a loud plop as she produced a log of poop landed plop on the hotel floor. John couldn't believe what he was seeing. His Mistress, bent over the toilet, shitting all over the floor. The thought made him hard as a rock, and he found himself desperately trying to control his arousal. She stood up slowly, wiping her hands on her dress before turning to face him again. "Now," she said, her voice still laced with seduction, "it's your turn." She moved towards him, her body pressed against his. She pressed him against the wall, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his body. He groaned softly, unable to resist her advances. Suddenly, she pulled away from him. "No," she said firmly, "not yet. We have other business to attend to first." She turned and walked towards the bed, motioning for him to follow her. When they reached the bed, she turned to face him once again. "It's time for you to meet your scat slave," she said, her voice taking on a sinister tone. She motioned towards the open suitcase on the bedside table, and John's heart sank. Inside was his scat slave, kneeling quietly with a look of utter humiliation on her face. "Scat slave," Mistress said mockingly, "come and worship your Master's cock." The scat slave slowly crawled towards him, her face filled with shame. She knelt in front of him, kissing his feet as she reached out to touch his cock. Mistress watched approvingly as John began to fuck his scat slave slowly, methodically, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her. They fucked like this for what felt like an eternity, the stench of shit and sweat filling the room. Finally, he pulled out of her, releasing a hot stream of cum across her face. She smiled up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Good job," she said, reaching down to help him out of the suitcase. Mistress turned to face the mirror, admiring her handiwork. She looked back at him, smiling. "Your turn," she said, gesturing towards the suitcase. Reluctantly, he climbed into the suitcase. He felt her hands on his body, guiding him into position as she climbed on top of him. He felt her wet, sticky pussy engulf his cock, and he groaned softly. She began to ride him, her hips grinding against his as she let out a whispered moan. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was fucking his Mistress while she was wearing a suitcase filled with shit! Their lovemaking was intense, primal. They moved together, lost in a world of their own making. As he felt himself getting close to climax, he increased his pace, driving into her deeper and harder. She cried out, her body arching off the bed as she came. He felt her orgasm around him, and he pulled out, releasing another hot stream of cum onto her face. The look of satisfaction on his face was mirrored by hers. They collapsed into each other, panting heavily. "Good girl," Mistress said softly, reaching down to help him out of the suitcase. He stood there, naked and shaking, unable to believe what he had just done. Mistress smiled at him, her hand running over his shoulders. "I think you've found your new addiction," she said softly, leading him towards the bed. They climbed in together, their bodies intertwined as they drifted off to sleep. In the morning, John awoke to find his Mistress gone. He sat up slowly, feeling the emptiness inside him. He glanced at the suitcase, remembering the depraved intimacy they had shared last night. He knew he couldn't go back to his normal life after this. He was addicted to the rush of power and control he felt when he was with his scat slave. And now, he was addicted to his Mistress too. As he dressed and prepared to leave the hotel room, he wondered how long it would be until he saw them again. And he wondered how much farther he would have to go down this dark, twisted path before he could finally claim what he really wanted. His Mistress, his scat slave...and every last thing they had to offer.