ScatCircle: Slave Test 1
Mia, the enigmatic mistress of ScatCircle, found herself face-to-face with a new initiate. Her eyes scanned the figure before her; nervousness emanated from his every pore. She decided to ease him into his first session gently, knowing that submitting to her full range of fetishes would be an adjustment.
"So, slave," she began, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down his spine. "Tell me, what do you hope to gain from serving at ScatCircle?"
The man swallowed hard, summoning the courage to speak. "My lady," he managed, "I seek true submission and the chance to please you in any way you see fit."
Mia's lips curled into a predatory grin. "Very well, slave," she purred. "Now let's see how well you handle your first taste of scat."
Slowly, Mia began to introduce the initiate to her unique brand of dominance. She started with light teasing, running her fingernails down his chest and peppering him with playful slaps across his cheeks. His eager responses only fueled her desire to push him further.
As the session progressed, she could see the initiate's anticipation building. His eyes were locked onto her every move, drinking in every detail of her demeanor. She knew that he was on the edge of submission, and she prepared to take him over that threshold.
Finally, Mia positioned herself above the initiate and lowered her tightly clad body onto his face. With a grin of triumph, she released a torrent of feces into his eagerly waiting mouth. The look of shock on his face was quickly replaced by one of ecstasy as he tasted her excrement and realized that he had truly submitted to her will.
With the initiate now fully initiated into ScatCircle, Mia stood and considered her next move. She had broken him down, molded him into the perfect slave, and now it was time to see just how far he would go for her. As she pondered his future at the Circle, a wicked smile crept across her face, revealing her intentions of pushing him even further into the depths of depravity.
