Mistress April was a stunningly beautiful dominatrix who had a certain penchant for filth and humiliation. She enjoyed making her submissives squirm with discomfort, and one of her favorite ways to do this was by wearing a unique type of clothing during her private sessions. It was called a transparent plastic shit catch trouser, and it served as both a fashion statement and a tool for her depravity.
The trouser was made from a thick, flexible plastic material that was completely transparent. It had been designed to look like regular women's clothing from the outside, but with one vital difference: it featured a special access panel at the crotch area. This panel could be opened easily by the person wearing the trouser, allowing them to urinate and defecate directly into the plastic pouch inside.
Mistress April loved showing off her outfit to her submissives, teasing them with the thought of what she might be doing while they weren't around. She would strut around the room in nothing but a bra and panties, her legs shaking with anticipation as she imagined the filthy pleasures that lay ahead.
One day, Mistress April decided to push things further. She knew that her submissive had a particular fascination with her scat, and she wasn't above using that to her advantage. She told him to bring a bucket of warm water and some cleaning supplies, not mentioning what their intended purpose would be.
Once he was ready, she led him into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. With a smile on her face, she pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet, her plump round ass spreading across the seat. She took a deep breath and sighed contently as she felt the pressure build up inside her, knowing that soon she would be filling up her precious transparent pouch with hot, steaming shit.
When she finally released her bowels, the smell was overwhelming. Her rich brown shit filled the small pouch within her plastic trouser, leaving just enough room for more. She stood up slowly, pushing herself off the cold tile floor with her hands. She could feel the weight of her filth pressing against her crotch, making her cunt tingle with anticipation.
Without saying a word, she opened the access panel on her trouser and pulled it apart, revealing the pouch full of hot, fresh scat. She reached in with her gloved hand and began to scrape out the contents, spewing a mixture of diarrhea and feces onto the floor. Her eyes were filled with lustful desire as she watched her submissive's reaction, waiting for him to beg her for more.
"Do you want to taste it?" she purred, her voice low and raspy. "Taste all of Mistress April's delicious shit."
His response was immediate. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his cock hard and leaking pre-cum as he stared at the pile of shit on the floor. He reached out with trembling hands and took a small piece between his fingers, bringing it slowly towards his mouth. As he finally touched it to his tongue, his entire body shuddered with pleasure, overwhelmed by the rich, earthy taste of his Mistress's excrement.
From that day forward, their sessions became even more depraved and intimate. He would clean out her transparent plastic shit catch trouser every time she used it, savoring the taste of her scat as it dripped down his chin and onto the floor. Mistress April was his world, his everything, and he would do anything to please her, no matter how filthy or degrading the task.
