Natalia Kapretti, a fierce and dominant mistress in her early 30s, woke up with a wicked smile on her face. Today was the day she had been planning for weeks. She was going to have a scat party, and it promised to be her most indulgent and depraved yet. Her living room was already set up with candles, soft music playing in the background, and a table filled with delicious treats. Yet, the main attraction lay in wait - a large bucket filled with something truly disgusting.
She stepped into her bathroom and took a deep breath. It was time. She squatted down carefully and released a hot, putrid stream of feces into the toilet bowl. Her anus contracted immediately, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she watched the turd slide down the porcelain. She flushed, and the sound of rushing water filled the room, overpowering any other noise. Suddenly, she felt nauseous at the thought of what she was about to do. But no, this wasn't about herself. This was all about her slave's pleasure.
She returned to the living room, grabbing a small spoon from the kitchen on her way. The scent of excrement lingered around her as she sat back down on the couch, carefully scooping some of her fresh feces and placing it on the table in front of her. It formed a soft, putrid pile that looked almost edible, like chocolate mousse. She licked her lips and reached for the remote control.
A few hours later, she heard a knock on the door. Mistress Lana, her best friend and fellow practitioner of scat fetishism, entered the room looking stunning in a black leather corset and thigh-high boots. Seeing the table set up, she could guess what was about to happen. "You're not going to make me eat that, are you?" she asked with a laugh, gesturing towards the pile of shit. Natalia smiled and nodded, eyes shining with anticipation.
Next came Angie, Natalia's slim slave girl who trembled at the sight of their group. She had no idea what awaited her tonight. Mistress Lana and Natalia exchanged glances, both amused and aroused by the innocence on her face. They decided to take things slowly, and the first order of business was feeding their slaves their own feces.
Natalia held out her spoonful, and Lana took it eagerly, her tongue darting out to taste the foul mixture. She forced herself to swallow, her face contorting with disgust but hiding her arousal. She passed it on to Angie, who stared blankly at it before finally taking a tiny taste. It was bitter and repulsive, but something about it made her body tingle.
"That's good, isn't it, Angie?" Mistress Lana asked coyly. Angie nodded, unable to speak. This was beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. But she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her veins. As the night progressed, the three women fed each other their waste, becoming more daring with each bite. It was exhilarating to be so intimate and taboo, to cross boundaries that were meant to be uncrossable.
After they had emptied their bowels, it was time for dessert. Natalia brought out a dish she'd been preparing for weeks - a chocolate mousse made with her own feces, topped with strawberries or grapes. They giggled as they fed their slaves the desserts, watching them struggle between revulsion and pleasure. By the end of the night, both girls were moaning and begging for more.
As the party wound down, Natalia couldn't help but feel satisfied. She had planned this perfectly, and her slave would never be the same again. The thought of him coming home to find all this shit waiting for him tomorrow sent shivers down her spine. He had no idea what was in store for him - but whatever happened next, she knew it would be divine.
