As the door to the confessional slowly creaked open, your heart skipped a beat. You knew that behind the screen, there was no other person but Father Tom, the infamous priest with a taste for the taboo. You had heard rumors about his hardcore dominance and scat play, but you never imagined you would be the one submitting to him.
"Come in, my child," came his baritone voice from the darkness. You stepped inside, feeling the familiar wood floor beneath your feet. The scent of incense hung in the air, mingling with the musky aroma that you knew all too well.
"May the Lord have mercy on us," he began, his voice deep and solemn. But then, unexpectedly, it shifted into something darker, more sinister. "And what do you have to confess today, my slave?"
You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at his words. "I..." You began hesitantly, but were immediately cut off.
"Yes, yes," he interrupted impatiently. "Let's cut to the chase. You're here because you want to serve me, aren't you?" His voice was a low, sultry growl in your ears.
You couldn't help but nod. "Yes, Father."
"Good," he purred, his hands moving against the fabric of his robes. "I know just the way to start."
Before you could even process what was happening, his voice grew stern once more. "Open your filthy mouth," he commanded in a harsh whisper.
You did as you were told, feeling his warm breath on your neck as he reached around with one hand and gripped your chin tightly. He pressed the head of his cock against your lips, forcing them open until you could feel its length stretch your mouth. With each thrust, he groaned in pleasure, while you tried not to gag on his thick shaft.
"Now, slave," he hissed in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "You will eat my shit. And you will lick it up like the good little cunt you are."
Your stomach churned at the thought, but you knew there was no going back now. You sank to your knees, positioning yourself over a gleaming silver platter that had mysteriously appeared in front of you. On its surface lay a smooth, round turd, glistening with grease and moisture.
Without further instruction, you leaned forward and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the taste. You lowered your mouth, pressing your lips against the cold surface of the platter. It was vile and disgusting, like nothing you'd ever tasted before. But as you slowly began to suck on the revolting mass, you could feel the warmth building inside of you.
"That's it, slave," cooed Father Tom from behind you. "Enjoy every bit of it."
And so you did. You worked your tongue around the hard lump in your mouth, coaxing every last bit of his feces into your throat. The taste was nauseating, but the thought of pleasing him kept you going. Sweat beaded on your brow as you pushed the turd deeper into your mouth, feeling it fill you up as if it were meant to be there.
After what felt like an eternity, you finally lifted your head, the taste of shit still lingering on your tongue. "Very well done," purred Father Tom. "Now, lick the shit off the soles of my shoes, slave."
Kneeling before him, you looked up at his massive form, taking in his leather boots that were now smeared with feces. With shaking hands, you reached out and grazed your tongue against the first strap, tasting the bitter mix of sweat and shit. You worked your way up his leg, licking each strap clean before moving onto the next one.
"Delicious," he moaned, his hands gripping the pew in front of him. "Don't forget to finish the leftovers and clean up after yourself."
And so, you did as you were told. You knelt there for hours, licking and scrubbing until every last bit of shit was gone. Your body ached, your mouth burned from the taste, but you knew that this was your penance. This was your duty as his scat slave.
As you finally stood up, ready to leave the confessional, you glanced back at Father Tom. He sat in the shadows, his eyes hidden by the folds of his robes. But even so, you could sense his approval. You had pleased him, and that was all that mattered.
And so, with a final bow, you pulled open the door and stepped back into the world of the faithful. But deep down, you knew that you would be back. For this was your addiction now. Your dirty little secret. And you would do anything to ensure his continued domination over you.
