As the Chinese mistress, it was my calling to dominate and humiliate my slave dog. He belonged to me, body and soul, and I intended to make the most of it. Today, I had an especially wicked plan for him.
Dressed in a seductive red lingerie set, I stepped into my slave's view, holding a gold-plated funnel in one hand. He was already lying on the floor, his eyes fixed on my every movement. With a sultry smile, I walked towards him, his gaze following me like a puppy's.
I stood above him, enjoying the power I held over him. I placed the funnel close to his mouth, teasingly out of reach for a moment before pushing it closer. He parted his lips eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please his mistress.
Slowly, I squatted down over the funnel, my perfect round ass hovering above it. My slave couldn't believe his eyes as he watched me lower my panties to reveal my moist, gaping asshole. His mouth watered in anticipation of what was about to come.
With one swift movement, I pushed all of my shit into the funnel, watching it spill out onto the floor beneath him. The smell was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and decay that filled the room. Despite his embarrassment, there was an undeniable thrill in his body as he waited for his next command.
"Open wide, my little dog," I commanded, my voice dripping with seduction. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, eagerly awaiting his mistress's treat.
I positioned the funnel against his gaping mouth and began pouring my hot, steaming shit into his mouth. His tongue darted out nervously, trying to taste the foreign substance. It was an intimate moment, our eyes locked onto each other as we shared this perverse bond.
As I emptied my bowels into the funnel, I watched his face contort in disgust and ecstasy. He was mine, and he would do anything I asked of him. Tears were streaming down his face, but still, he swallowed every last drop of my shit.
Finally, I pulled the funnel away, satisfied with our little game. I stood up, my skirt falling back into place as I took in a deep breath to calm myself. "That was quite the meal, wasn't it, my pathetic dog?" I asked with a hint of cruelty.
He barely managed to nod his head, his face still covered in the remnants of my shit. I walked towards him, picking up a small feather duster. With a twisted smile, I began cleaning his face, the soft feathers brushing against his skin gently.
"There now, all clean," I said, dismissing him. I turned my back to him and slowly pulled my panties back up, my ass still in full view. It was another reminder of who truly held power in this relationship.
As I left the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that my slave would be forever changed by our encounter. He was mine, and he would cherish every humiliating moment of it.
Chinese Scat Love
This was just one of the many scenarios that played out between the Chinese mistress and her slave dog. Each day brought a new opportunity for humiliation and pleasure, all within the confines of their twisted, perverse relationship.
