It was a hot summer day in ScatqueensBerlin when mistress Michelle and her dominatrix friends gathered for their usual session of dominant fun. They were all dressed in elegant lingerie, heels and stockings, ready to meet their next submissive. The doorbell rang, and there he was; a young man kneeling before them, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Mistress Michelle smiled cruelly, revealing her perfect white teeth against her red full lips. She pointed at the trembling slave and spoke in a commanding voice, "You will be our toilet today."
The slave had no choice but to agree; he nodded nervously. Mistress Michelle stepped closer, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She grabbed his chin firmly, "Open your mouth." He complied, parting his lips slightly. She sneered, "Don't play dumb with me." She slapped his face hard enough to make his head spin. "I said open your mouth."
This time, he opened his mouth wider. She stuck her middle finger inside his mouth, pushing it down his throat until he gagged. Satisfied with his reaction, she let go of his chin but maintained eye contact. One of the other dominatrixes grabbed a horse's mane from behind and placed it right in front of the slave's face.
"First, you'll be eating this horse's shit," Mistress Michelle said coldly, her voice echoing through the room. The slave glanced at the heaping mound of fresh horse manure trembling in front of him—it was hot and steaming. He swallowed nervously, afraid of what was coming next. Mistress Michelle motioned for him to get down on all fours. As he did so, she walked up behind him and grabbed a handful of his hair. "Don't make me say it again," she hissed into his ear.
He lowered his head towards the pile of shit, letting out a small whimper. One by one, the dominatrixes gathered around, watching his every move with eager anticipation. They couldn't wait to see how far they could push this pathetic human being. As he reached out towards the pile, Mistress Michelle kicked him hard in the ribs, making him grunt in pain. "Eat it all," she commanded.
The slave began sniffing at the pile tentatively, his eyes watering from the stench. He opened his mouth, slowly at first, then faster as he realized that this was the only way out of his predicament. The dominatrixes watched with satisfaction as his face disappeared beneath the mound of shit. They could hear him gagging, choking, and by the sound of it, he was struggling to swallow.
"That's it, slave," Mistress Michelle said approvingly. "Show us how obedient you are!" Their chuckles turned into full-blown laughter as the slave continued to consume the disgusting pile before them. His face was smeared with horse shit, and he looked utterly humiliated.
One by one, they took turns commanding him to pick up different items from the floor—a sock, a boot, another pile of horse shit. Each time he complied without hesitation. When they were finally satisfied with his performance, they sat back in their chairs, admiring their handiwork.
"Well done, slave," Mistress Michelle congratulated him with a cold smile. "You've proved your worth as a toilet today." She stood up, grabbing a bolt of red leash attached to a collar. "From now on, you belong to us." She fastened the collar around his neck, pulling it tight, making a loud snapping sound. "Remember this?" She gave him a dangerous look, before walking out of the room, followed by her fellow dominatrixes.
The slave remained on the floor, his eyes following them as they left. He wiped the remaining horse shit from his face, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over him. He knew this was just the beginning.
