Under MuMMys Toilet - Open Your Mouth and Take My Shit TOILET

Under MuMMy's Toilet - Open Your Mouth and Take My Shit TOILET

MuMMy, a dominant woman and the owner of this exclusive scat fetish site, looks down at her toilet slave kneeling before her. His eyes are fixated on her fluffy white toilet seat, anxious and excited in equal measure. She smirks, knowing what she has in store for him. "Under MuMMy's toilet," she commands, "you will remain until I decide otherwise. Your mouth is mine to use as I please, toilet boy." With that, she lower her plump behind onto the seat, casting her angelic face into a contorted grimace as she releases a satisfying sigh. The toilet boy stares up at her in awe, his heart hammering against his chest. MuMMy leans forward, her ample cleavage nearly spilling out of her low-cut top. She grabs his head, using her other hand to force his jaw open. The cool touch of her fingers against his tongue sends a shiver down his spine as he anticipates what is to come. "Open, toilet," she growls, "and take what I have for you." He obeys without hesitation, ready to take on the sacred duty of cleaning his Mistress's bottom orally. MuMMy grunts in satisfaction as she releases a long, slow stream of thick, brown poop right onto his face. It coats his eyes, nose, and mouth, making him gag slightly. "Chew," she orders him harshly, slapping him hard across the face with the back of her hand. "You are going to swallow every single bit of this poop." The toilet boy struggles to chew the putrid mass, his tongue churning against the rough walls of his mouth. He can feel the warmth of her shit spreading inside him, mixing with his saliva and making his stomach churn. "Good boy," MuMMy praises, even as she clenches her butt cheeks tightly to stop the steady flow of shit. "Now clean my ass properly, toilet. You have disappointed me." She shoves his head further into the mess, effectively trapping him under her toilet seat. The smell of her feces fills his nostrils, making him lightheaded. Work as hard as you can to get all of it, toilet, she thinks, amused at the irony of commanding her own personal shit-eater. As the toilte boy struggles under MuMMy's toilet, he wonders how much of this filth he can actually swallow before she decides it's enough. The taste, the smell, the texture... Everything about what he's doing repulses him, but he knows there's no escape from under MuMMy's toilet. He is her toilet toy, her plaything, and nothing more. The story ends on this note of resignation and perversion, leaving readers to imagine the many other ways MuMMy will torture and humiliate her toilet slave in service to her poop fetish.