Sultry Summer Scat and Piss Femdom: A Day of Depravity
The air was thick with humidity as I stepped out into the backyard, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Sweat beaded on my skin, making the thin cotton of my dress cling to my body. It was a perfect summer day - hot and sticky, just the way I liked it. I walked over to a chaise lounge, lying down on it with a contented sigh. A cool glass of lemonade was within reach, the ice cubes clinking together softly. As I sipped my drink, my mind drifted to my slave, eagerly awaiting his turn to please me.
My slave was kneeling in the middle of the scorching hot pavement, his eyes never leaving mine. He wore nothing but a black leather collar around his neck and a look of abject terror on his face. His hands were clasped behind his back, leaving his body completely exposed to the searing sun. Sweat poured down his muscled form, making his skin glisten in the harsh light. I watched him through narrowed eyes, savoring the sight of his submission.
"Are you ready for your special treat, slave?" I purred, setting my glass down on the ground. He stuttered out a reply, his voice thick with fear and desire.
"M-Master...yes, Mistress."
I rose to my feet, the soft fabric of my dress whispering against my thighs. I walked over to him, stopping just out of reach. His eyes followed my every move, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed nervously.
"Good boy," I murmured, running a finger lightly down his cheekbone. He shivered in response, his body trembling with anticipation. "Today, you get to consume my piss and shit."
With that, I turned around and bent over so he could see the offering between my plump ass checks. I wiggled them seductively, enjoying the sight of his eyeballs rolling back into his head. He lunged forward, trying to get closer to me, but I stepped away, chuckling darkly.
"Not so fast," I taunted, walking towards the pool. "Legs open, slave. Don't forget your position."
He complied immediately, spreading his legs wide apart. I paused for dramatic effect, savoring the power I held over him. Then, with a smirk on my face, I slowly lowered myself into the crystal-clear water, letting my piss mix with the chlorine.
"Drink, slave," I commanded, holding my crotch up to him. His face was a mask of lust and desperation, and I knew he would do anything to please me.
With trembling hands, he cupped my pussy, raising his face towards my dripping crotch. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hot breath on my sensitive skin. I felt him open his mouth, and then...
A moment of pure bliss washed over me as he tasted my piss. I leaned forward, resting one hand on his shoulder. "Good boy," I murmured again, running my other hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
Satisfied with his efforts, I climbed out of the pool, watching as he lapped up every last drop of my urine. I stretched out on a chaise lounge, the sun beating down upon my bare skin. He knelt beside me, his eyes never leaving my face.
"Now," I purred, "it's time for the main course."
Before he could say anything, I pushed him down onto his back, straddling him. I gazed into his eyes, seeing a mix of fear and anticipation.
"Open wide, slave," I commanded, pushing against his lips with my swollen clit. He obeyed instantly, his mouth opening just enough for me to slide the head of my cock inside.
I began to thrust slowly, relishing the feeling of power as I pushed my cock deeper into his mouth. His throat worked around it, and I could hear the gagging sounds he made. But he didn't stop. He never stopped until I came, filling his mouth with my thick, sticky cum.
As I caught my breath, I looked down at him, a smile twisting my lips. "You're such a good little cocksucker," I murmured, running a hand through his sweat-matted hair.
I got up, walking over to a small table set up near the pool. On it was a tray covered in plastic wrap. I lifted the corner of the wrap, revealing a mess of fresh feces.
Without another word, I walked back over to him, grabbing his chin and turning his head to face the tray. "Say thank you, slave," I commanded, and he nodded, tears streaming down his face.
"Thank you, Mistress," he whispered, and I could hear the tremor in his voice.
I pushed his head down into the pile of shit, feeling him gag as he tried to swallow the foul-tasting mush. I watched, enjoying the sight of his submission as he took my shit into his body.
As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the backyard, I finally bid my slave to stop. He looked up at me, his eyes pleading for more, but I shook my head.
"That's enough for today, slave," I said, turning away from him. "Clean yourself up and go back to your cell. You've pleased your mistress well."
With that, I walked back inside, leaving him kneeling in the dirt, his body covered in sweat and filth. I knew he would go back to his cell, exhausted and aching but content in the knowledge that he had pleased his mistress. And I knew that soon, very soon, I would call on him again for another day of depravity.
