As the sun began to set, the beautiful mistress Jane, dressed in a soft silk nightgown, returned home from a long day at work. She was tired but couldn't help but feel aroused thinking about her slave and what she had in store for him. Jane walked through the kitchen and into the living room, where her slave was kneeling by the toilet, eagerly awaiting her command.
"Stand up, slave," she said calmly. The slave immediately rose to his feet. "You have been a bad boy today. I think you deserve a special punishment." She walked over to her desk, where a tray of pencils was waiting. She picked up a long, thin pencil and held it behind her back.
"Now, bend over the toilet bowl," she commanded. The slave did as he was told, his heart racing with anticipation. Jane stepped behind him and pressed the pencil against his asshole. "Spread your cheeks," she ordered. The slave obeyed, revealing his puckered hole. With one swift movement, Jane pushed the pencil into his ass and held it there for a moment.
"Now, let me measure your scat levels," she said, pulling the pencil out and examining the line she had drawn on it. "Not bad," she muttered to herself, "but I think it's time for you to clean your bowels properly." She pushed the pencil back into his asshole, deeper this time, feeling around for any remaining feces.
"Now, slave, get on your knees and prepare yourself," she said, walking over to the toilet. She positioned herself over the rim, leaning back slightly, and spread her legs wide. The anticipation was killing him, but the slave couldn't resist his mistress's command. He knelt down in front of her and held a small plate under her asshole.
With one swift movement, Jane pushed out a large, steaming turd onto the plate. The smell was overpowering, but the slave didn't hesitate. He brought the plate to his mouth and began to eat the fresh scat. He had to be careful not to breathe through his nose, but he also couldn't disobey his mistress. He swallowed the first bite and waited for her next command.
"That's a good slave," Jane purred. "Clean your plate before I give you more." The slave repeated the process, swallowing the second and then the third helping of his mistress's feces. It was disgusting, degrading, and yet oddly satisfying. He looked up at his mistress, waiting for her to tell him it was enough.
"Very good," she said, smiling down at him. "Now, get me another plate." The slave couldn't believe it—she was going to give him more of her scat to eat! But he obeyed, fetching another plate from the kitchen and returning to his position in front of her. He waited, anxious and excited, for her to fill the plate again.
