Mary was in her mid-30s, a wealthy widow with an affinity for the bizarre. She was introduced to the world of BDSM by a colleague at work, and she instantly fell in love with it. One of her newfound kinks was having domestic slaves at her beck and call, ready to serve her every need.
One such slave was Tom, a young man who had found himself in quite the predicament. He had stumbled upon Mary's ad online, looking for someone to serve her every whim and desire. Unaware of the extent of her desires, he had agreed to the job.
On his first day, Mary had him cleaning her home from top to bottom. As she watched him scrub the floors, she realized that she wanted to see him at his most submissive. She told him to get on all fours and crawl through the house, sniffing and licking every dirty surface he encountered.
As the day wore on, Mary grew more assertive with her commands. She forced Tom to eat from a dog bowl filled with his own filthy cleaning water, and then she made him lick her feet clean. When she saw that he was enjoying it, she decided to take things one step further.
In the bathroom, Mary made Tom assume the position: on his back, head on the toilet seat, and his legs spread wide. She stood over him, her skirt hiked up to reveal her lacy black panties. With a mischievous grin, she straddled his face and sat down heavily, her pussy inches from his mouth.
"You're going to love this," she purred, slowly grinding her hips against his face. At first, Tom tried to resist, but as she leaned into him with her full weight, he could feel himself growing dizzy. The air was tight; he was being smothered alive.
As she continued to grind against him, Mary reached down and unsnapped the clasp of her panties. The cool air hit his nose, and he inhaled sharply as he caught the scent of her arousal. His eyes rolled back in his head as she slid her wet panties over his face, covering his nose and mouth completely.
Panic set in as Tom struggled to breathe through the saturated fabric, but Mary was relentless. She ground herself against his face harder, her hips working in a sensual rhythm that sent shivers down his spine. With one final thrust, she pulled the crotch of her panties away from his face, leaving him gasping for air.
"Good boy," she cooed, smiling down at him. "Now get down on your hands and knees and show me what a well-trained scat slave you are."
With shaking hands, Tom moved into position as Mary instructed. His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for whatever was next. With a delighted smile, Mary lifted her leg and lowered her foot, allowing a warm stream of her piss to splash onto the floor in front of him.
"Drink it up, slave," she commanded, her voice soft but firm.
Tom hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his tongue to the wet floor. The warm liquid filled his mouth, and he closed his eyes as he savored the taste of his mistress. When he looked up, he saw that Mary was grinning at him, clearly pleased by his obedience.
"That's a good start," she said, reaching down and pulling at the waistband of her tights. With a soft pop, the material gave way, revealing her white-stockinged legs. "Now let's see how well you handle this."
She pushed his head down into the pile of wet tissues on the floor, her tights and pantyhose clinging to his face as he inhaled the sweet scent of her shit. With trembling hands, he reached out and took a small handful of the mound in front of him, raising it to his mouth while keeping his eyes fixed on his mistress.
"Go on," she urged, a wicked gleam in her eye. "Taste it."
He opened his mouth wide, and with a sigh of pleasure, he let the warm glob of shit land on his tongue. It was the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted, but there was a strange thrill that came with it. As he savored the taste, Mary moved her foot aside and motioned for him to finish.
He swallowed hard, feeling the warm fluid sliding down his throat. With a satisfied smile, Mary stood up and pulled her tights back into place. She ruffled his hair affectionately.
"Good boy," she said softly. "You've made me so happy."
Tom felt a wave of shame wash over him as he realized what he had just done. But at the same time, there was a strange sense of accomplishment. He had pleased his mistress, and that was all that mattered.
As he crawled to the corner to clean up the mess, he couldn't help but wonder what other depraved tasks she had in store for him. But for now, he was content to bask in the glow of her approval.
