I was more than ready for the return of shooting scat movies. The idea of being sealed inside a plexiglass box with latex, effectively trapping myself in a world of excrement and urine, had been my fantasy for what felt like an eternity. The anticipation was nearly unbearable, especially given the delay due to the pause in shooting.
As I waited for Nazryana to finish her enema and prepare herself for our scene, I turned on the Folsom Max device - commonly known as an electro-stimulation machine. It was part of my plan to keep myself constantly aroused during filming; an electrode would be attached to my clit while another was inserted into my pussy, ensuring that every twitch and spasm would be captured on camera. Additionally, a spreader bar would keep my mouth open at all times, forcing me to endure the strong scent and taste of excrement.
Everything was going according to plan until an unexpected orgasm overtook me. In the heat of the moment, I accidentally triggered the wrong button on the Folsom Max, causing me to experience a prolonged and intense orgasm. By the time it subsided, Nazryana was already standing over me, ready to begin. I quickly turned off the device and removed the clamp from my clit, but the orgasm had robbed me of any desire I possessed moments ago.
Nazryana laughed as she approached me, fully aware that the orgasm had drained me of my perverse desires. She began pouring urine into the box, and as it filled up, I couldn't help but wonder if this was what I truly wanted. Despite my initial excitement, the thought of being trapped inside a filthy box filled with fecal matter seemed suddenly unappealing.
As Nazryana continued to empty her bladder into the box, it began to overflow, sending a tidal wave of urine and feces into my face. My eyes and nose were immediately filled with the putrid mixture, choking me and rendering me unable to breathe. The spreader in my mouth prevented me from even trying to spit it out.
When the urine finally stopped flowing, Nazryana removed the spreader from my mouth and helped me sit up. My vision was blurry from the mixture of fluids and I struggled to breathe through my clogged nose. I tried to wipe my eyes but only succeeded in smearing the feces into them even more.
Despite this harrowing experience, I found myself masturbating to the video the very next day. The twisted pleasure I derived from it was incomprehensible to me. The contradiction between the revulsion and arousal I felt made the whole experience all the more alluring.
