In the heart of ScatqueensBerlin, there existed a woman who loved to play with extreme slaves. Her preference was to be as nasty as possible, and her slave, hidden beneath a rubber mask, was no exception. Every time the electricity coursed through his body, he moaned in both pleasure and pain, revealing his obedience to her every whim.
She often wondered if he truly enjoyed being her slave, or if he was merely following orders out of fear. To test this theory, she occasionally showed him a glimpse of her trusty cattle prod. The sight alone was enough to make him tremble with fear, reminding him of the consequences of disobedience.
One day, as she prepared to dominate him once again, she decided to mix things up a bit. Instead of simply shocking him with the electric prod, she decided to introduce a new element to their playtime: shit-eating. She knew he was hesitant about this particular act, but she was determined to push him beyond his comfort zone.
Without warning, she lifted his head and forced open his mouth. "Taste it," she demanded. His eyes widened behind the rubber mask as he stared at the pile of fresh feces before him. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward and took a tentative lick. The taste was foul on his tongue, but he couldn't deny the rush of excitement that coursed through his veins.
She clapped with delight, pleased with his initial effort. "That's it," she cooed, encouraging him to take more. Despite his initial reservations, he found himself growing more and more aroused by the act. As he dove deeper into the pile of shit, he couldn't help but moan in both pleasure and shame.
With each bite, he felt her power over him grow stronger. He was hers, body and soul. She laughed gleefully as she watched him consume her filth, the electrical shocks from the cattle prod now a distant memory. In that moment, she knew she had truly broken him, and she relished in his newfound submission.
