Today was the day. My slave had been preparing for this moment for weeks, maybe even months. He had studied me, memorized every detail of my body, my preferences, and my moves. And now, he was going to experience them firsthand.
As I arrived in my luxurious room, my slave was already there, kneeling in front of me, his eyes fixed on my shoes. He raised his head slowly, his gaze shifting from the floor to my face. I couldn't help but notice the nervousness in his eyes, the slight tremble in his shoulders. But he maintained his composure, showing me the dedication and obedience that he had been practicing for so long.
"You're going to make me very happy today," I whispered, running my fingers through his silky hair. He closed his eyes, savoring the touch of my skin against his cheek. "Kiss my shoes," I commanded, holding my foot out in front of him. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, pressing his lips against the shiny leather. I could feel him inhaling deeply, taking in my scent.
I straightened my back, steeling myself for what was about to come. This was going to be a new experience for both of us – him because he had never been through a scat session before, and me because I had never initiated one. But I trusted him; he was dedicated and eager to please. And so, I began.
First, I shat on the floor, watching as he followed my every move, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight of my droppings. Then, I lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke in his direction, teasing him with its sweet scent. And finally, I reached the climax of my act: I flicked the ashes onto the poop that he was supposed to lick later, and then I placed the butt in the shit.
My slave watched in awe as I put out the butt in the shit, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. Without another word, he leaned forward and kissed my shoe once more, his lips brushing against my skin. And then, he began his task.
Without any hesitation, he lowered his face to the filthy floor, inhaling deeply the scent of my feces. Slowly and deliberately, he opened his mouth wide, pushing the boundaries of what most people would consider acceptable. His tongue flicked out, tasting the shit, exploring it, pushing deeper into the pile. And when he found the butt, half-buried in the excrement, his eyes lit up with a mixture of shock and excitement.
With careful precision, he picked up the shit-stained butt with his lips, feeling its softness against his skin. And then, without missing a beat, he raised it to his mouth, slowly bringing it closer and closer to his face. His eyes rolled back in his head as he finally made contact, the taste of my saliva and shit mixing together in a symphony of depravity.
As he swallowed the butt whole, I felt a surge of excitement course through my body. I had never been so aroused in my life. And when he slowly stood up, his eyes never leaving mine, I knew that he was ready for more.
"Well done, my slave," I whispered, reaching out to caress his cheek again. "Now let's see if you can find your next challenge in this shit pile."
