Toilet Slaves Scatology: Gagging on my Mistress's Shit
In the shadowy recesses of an underground chamber stood a figure adorned in black leather, a whip coiled at their waist. The room was dimly lit, and eerie silence hung heavy in the air. A timid slave knelt before them, head bowed low, eyeing the object of their desire with reverence and fear.
"Look at me," the figure commanded, their voice deep and Authoritative.
The slave raised their gaze, meeting the Mistress's steely eyes. Her leather-clad body was slender yet powerful, her long raven hair cascading down her back. She exuded confidence and dominance; it was intoxicating.
"You are here to serve me," she said softly, a predatory smirk playing at her lips.
The slave nodded vigorously, their heart pounding in their chest.
"And what is it that I desire most?"
"Anything, Mistress," the slave whispered.
A cold, diabolical chuckle escaped the Mistress's lips. "Excellent," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. She moved towards the slave, her boots clicking against the concrete floor.
As she neared, the slave could smell her perfume, a heady mix of musk and roses. Their mouth went dry, and their body trembled with anticipation. The Mistress stood before them, towering over their bowed form, her presence both intimidating and exhilarating.
"Kiss my feet," she commanded.
The slave obliged, pressing their lips to her leather-clad ankle. Their tongue darted out, tasting the soft skin beneath. The Mistress giggled softly, the sound vibrating through the slave's body.
"Good boy," she purred, running her fingers through their hair. "Now why don't you show me how much you've missed me?"
The slave's face flushed crimson, but they didn't hesitate. They parted their Mistress's thighs and pressed their lips to her pussy, eagerly lapping at her juices. She groaned in pleasure, her hands gripping the slave's hair tightly.
"That's it, my little toilet," she moaned. "Treat me like the goddess I am."
The slave did as they were told, delighting in their Mistress's moans of pleasure. Their heart raced with excitement, a thrill coursing through their veins. They pleasured their Mistress for what felt like hours, her body becoming increasingly wet and needy.
Finally, she released a long, low moan, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. The slave looked up at her, their eyes bright with adoration.
"So loyal," she cooed, reaching down to stroke their cheek affectionately. "Now it's my turn to reward you."
Her eyes glinted, and she turned away from the slave. They could hear the rustling of clothes as she undid her trousers. Holding their breath, they waited for her return.
Seconds later, she was back before them, naked and glorious. Her ass glistened in the dim light, the perfect target for their eager tongue. The slave didn't hesitate, plunging their face into her ass crack, inhaling her musky scent.
She moaned loudly, arching her back in pleasure. "Yes," she groaned, moving her hips in time with their licks. "Eat my ass!"
The slave relished in the task, lapping at her delicate folds, their tongue darting in and out. Their fingers traced along her perky buttocks, exploring every curve and crevice.
As they continued their devotion, they felt something warm and slimy dripping onto their tongue. They looked up to see their Mistress gazing down at them with a mischievous gleam in her eye.
"Open your mouth wide," she commanded, and without pause, they did as they were told.
She grinned, leaning forward and shoving her wet, messy ass into their face. The slave gagged as the warmth of her shit filled their mouth. But they didn't resist; instead, they savored the taste, eager to please their dominant Mistress.
She groaned loudly, her entire body shaking with pleasure as she basked in the sensation of her own waste being consumed. When she finally pulled away, she was pleased to see the slave still waiting patiently, eager for more.
With a smirk, she grabbed the slave's head and forced their face back into her ass, this time squeezing out another long, goopy turd. The slave gagged again, their eyes watering from the acrid taste and stench. But they wouldn't have it any other way.
For hours, they were her toilet, her personal garbage disposal. She took pleasure in degrading them, pushing them further and further into a state of humiliation and submission. But the slave reveled in the filth, drunk on the power it gave them to serve their beautiful, dominant Mistress.
When she was finally satisfied, she stood up, leaving the slave kneeling in a puddle of their own vomit and tears. Without a word, she turned and walked away, leaving her toilet slave to clean up the mess. Yet even then, the slave could feel her gaze upon them, smirking to themselves, knowing that they would do it all again if given the chance.
