Lady Marie, a dominant member of ScatqueensBerlin, was in need of relieving herself and decided to retire with her toilet slave for the night. As she took her seat on the toilet throne, the slave instinctively knew his place: beneath her, serving as her personal toilet chair.
Lady Marie's massive, heavy cheeks jiggled impressively as she prepared for the first part of her ritual: oral pleasure. She commanded her toilet slave to open wide, ready to receive her golden nectar. As his mouth gaped open anticipating the hot rush of her piss, Lady Marie chuckled darkly and emptied her bladder directly onto his face instead. The strong, acidic stream of urine splashed against his closed eyelids and drenched his cheeks, causing him to whimper in submission.
Satisfied with this minor act of humiliation, Lady Marie ordered the slave to his feet, then bent him over the edge of the tub. With a cruel smirk, she picked up a fresh pack of cigarettes and lit one before grinding the butt into his back, leaving a faint red mark behind. She repeated this process several times, enjoying the way the warm coals seared into his flesh each time she applied them. When she was done turning him into a human ashtray, she stood back to admire her work.
At last, it was time for the main event. Lady Marie lowered herself back onto the throne, her massive ass descending slowly until she was fully seated. With a wicked grin, she ordered the toilet slave to open even wider than before. After several failed attempts, he managed to comply, revealing a gaping mouth filled with quivering anticipation.
With unyielding determination, Lady Marie tried to force her first turd into his waiting mouth. To her dismay, it wouldn't budge. Frustrated by this unexpected resistance, she grunted and strained but still couldn't make it go in. In desperation, she tried pushing harder, and finally, with a wet, squishy plop, her first turd slid into his mouth, filling it completely.
Eyes wide with surprise, Lady Marie eased herself off the toilet and stepped back to admire her work. She watched as the toilet slave struggled to keep her turd in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed out in an effort to make room for more. Satisfied by his suffering, she squatted down over him again, already working on a second deposit.
This time, however, it was different; the turd wouldn't fit. Once again, she strained and pushed but couldn't gain any traction. Panic set in as she realized that there was still a massive turd lodged deep inside her colon. Sweat beaded on her brow as she fought against the urge to defecate, but it was no use. With a groan of defeat, she finally relieved herself, unleashing a torrent of feces that spilled over the toilet seat and onto the floor.
As she stood back to observe her work yet again, she couldn't contain a smirk of triumph. Her toilet slave had been successfully used, both as a receptacle for her urine and as a human ashtray. The final touch was to see his mouth full of her shit - a testament to their twisted bond of dominance and submission.
With one final command, she pushed the toilet slave over the edge, releasing him from his prison of filth. Exhausted but satisfied, Lady Marie wiped herself clean with a towel and turned off the bathroom light, retiring to her bedroom to cleanse herself properly.
Meanwhile, the toilet slave lay in a heap on the floor, whimpering softly as he tried to process everything that had just happened. He knew that Lady Marie would be satisfied with their encounter; after all, she had finally managed to evacuate herself completely. But as he lay there, surrounded by the stench of shit and cigarettes, he couldn't help but wonder: when would she call on him again? And what cruel twists of fate awaited them then?
