As the evening unfolded, the nervous slave found himself sitting in a sturdy slave-chair with a small table in front of him. The events that were about to transpire left him feeling uneasy and filled with a sense of foreboding. He had never been a fan of scat, and the thought of ingesting or even being near another person's feces made him shudder with disgust. He tried to brace himself, bracing for the worst as his mistress, Mistress Gaia, prepared for their session.
Mistress Gaia sauntered into the room, her gait purposeful as she approached her terrified submissive. Her eyes bore into his, and he could sense her domineering energy as she loomed over him. "Today is your first time experiencing scat," she purred menacingly. "And it seems you don't like it much." She snickered at his discomfort, her piercing gaze never leaving his face.
The slave feels a chill run down his spine at the harsh realization of what she'd just said. He tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat but couldn't bring himself to speak. Mistress Gaia continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you like it." Her laugh sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his heart racing out of control.
Mistress Gaia took a seat in front of the table, placing a freshly made shit-covered plate in front of her. With an air of confidence, she picked up a piece of food, her fingers grazing across the exposed fecal matter on the dish. The slave couldn't help but grimace at the sight and smell of it. He turned his head away, trying desperately to avoid the stench and the sight of the disgusting mound before him.
His mistress glared at him, not pleased with his reaction. "What's the matter, slave? Don't you like my shit?" She mocked, amused by his obvious discomfort. "You're going to have to learn to love it." Her voice dripped with malice, and she reached over, slapping his face as hard as she could.
Tears streamed down his cheeks as he whimpered in pain, but Mistress Gaia wasn't finished yet. She leaned in close, spitting right into his eye. "This is what happens when you disobey me," she hissed, her hot, sticky saliva mixing with his tears. It was all too much for the slave; he couldn't take any more of this assault.
Mistress Gaia laughed maniacally, watching her vulnerable submissive squirm in agony. She grabbed the back of his head, forcing him to turn towards the plate of shit. "Look at it," she commanded coldly. "No more hiding from my gift." As she spoke, she forced his face closer to the repulsive pile of feces until his nose was almost touching it.
The slave tried desperately to resist but was powerless against his mistress's strength. His eyes watered as he felt the warm, stale excrement threatening to touch his face. Just as he feared, she pressed his trembling face into the pile with a force that left no room for resistance. "You're mine now, and you will obey me," she growled menacingly, grinding her hips against the table in a seductive manner that only served to heighten the slave's sense of horror.
Her words echoed in the small room as he felt his face being buried deeper into the shit. Panic and disgust coursed through his veins as he struggled to breathe, the foul smell overwhelming every inch of his being. He wanted nothing more than to be free, to escape this torment, but Mistress Gaia held him firmly in place.
Time seemed to stand still as he felt himself drowning in her filth. The slave could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, echoing the pain and humiliation he was experiencing. He couldn't help but let out a muffled scream of terror and pain as he struggled to free himself from her grip on his head.
Suddenly, Mistress Gaia pulled back, revealing a smug look on her face. She patted him on the head, leaving traces of her shit behind. "Now you know what happens when you disobey me," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. The slave looked up at her, eyes filled with fear and dread, unsure of what she would do next.
Mistress Gaia stretched out her hand, commanding him to take the plate from the table. The slave hesitated for a moment before reaching out slowly, his trembling fingers grazing against the cool, hardened edges of the dish. She watched, pleased with his willingness to obey, as he brought the plate closer. "Now," she purred, "eat it."
The slave looked down at the disgusting mound of shit, knowing there was no escape from this torture. He steeled himself for what he was about to do and forced the first piece into his mouth, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to block out the taste and smell. It was worse than anything he could've imagined, coating his tongue and filling his mouth with its repulsive taste.
Mistress Gaia watched with dark, hungry eyes as her slave forced himself to consume her offering. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face up close to hers. "Take your time," she purred softly, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "I want you to savor every bite."
It seemed like an eternity before he finally finished, the taste of her shit lingering in his mouth long after he'd swallowed. Mistress Gaia released him from the chair, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. She grabbed him roughly by the hair, pulling him towards her. "Clean my boots," she commanded firmly, her gaze unyielding.
The slave couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he didn't dare disobey. Kneeling before her, he took a deep breath and began licking the dirt from her boots, absorbing the taste of her filth into his mouth once again. As he continued to serve her, he knew one thing was true: his life as a submissive was filled with unexpected twists and turns, each more brutal than the last.
