Scat and Piss Femdom: From Human to Toilet Assistant in a Shooting
The room was bustling with excitement and anticipation as the film crew prepared for the next take. Scatman, a renowned Femdom model, felt a familiar and unwelcome pressure building up within her. The crew had been filming all day, and she needed to relieve herself urgently. With her slave by her side, she decided to take matters into her own hands, or rather, her body.
She signaled for the slave to approach and knelt before him, her eyelids fluttering seductively. "You've been such a good boy today," she purred, running her fingers through his tousled hair. "Now it's time for Mommy to use you as her toilet." Without further ado, she positioned his face mere inches away from her crotch and lowered her pants, revealing her wet and glistening vulva.
As he began to tentatively lick and nuzzle at her labia, she felt the dam breaking within her. A torrential wave of hot piss cascaded down onto his face and into his open mouth, forcing him to choke back the overwhelming stream. The pungent smell of ammonia filled the air as he struggled to keep up with her overflowing bladder.
Once she was finally done, Scatman stood up, her face flushed with pleasure and satisfaction. She surveyed the scene before her: The slave was now kneeling in a pool of his own filth, his nose and mouth running with piss, his eyes streaming with tears. Amidst it all, there was an undeniable aura of submission that radiated from him - he had served his purpose well.
With a wicked glint in her eye, Scatman reached down and pulled him up by the hair, forcing him to look at the mess he'd made. "You did well, my little toilet," she crooned, her breath heavy with the scent of piss and sex. "Now it's time for you to clean up your own mess."
As the slave began to scoop up the puddles of urine with his hands, she had another idea. Reaching into her mouth, she retrieved a glob of saliva and pointed it towards his face. "And don't forget this part," she taunted, spitting a thick stream of saliva onto his cheek. "Drink it all up, every last drop."
For the next few minutes, the slave dutifully cleaned up the floor, his hand and mouth filling with the warm, putrid liquid that was once inside Scatman's bladder. It was both humiliating and arousing, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards her for putting him through this torture.
Finally, once the floor was clean, Scatman allowed him to kneel before her once again, this time offering him a taste of his own medicine. She placed her hand on his head, forcing him to open his mouth wide, and then she poured the contents of her palm into his mouth. He gagged as the hot, nasty liquid filled his throat, but he didn't protest. He knew that this was his punishment, and he would endure it if it meant pleasing her.
With the shooting day coming to an end, the crew packed up their equipment and bid farewell to the exhausted but satisfied Scatman. As for her faithful toilet slave, he crawled away, his body aching and his mind reeling from the experiences of the day. He knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, new humiliations, and new opportunities for him to serve his mistress in any way she desired.
