Feeling rather pleased with himself, Marcus had been indulging in his forbidden desires a little too much lately, and his Mistress noticed his greed. She had always known he was a scat freak, but the way he'd been following her every move and whiffing around her ass had been getting out of hand. Today, she had decided to put him in his place and remind him who was the Master and who was the pet.
With a snap of her fingers, she beckoned him over, a leash in her hand. Marcus's heart raced as he approached her, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. He knelt at her feet, head bowed, waiting for her next command. She pulled him close, tightening the leash around his neck, and then yanked him behind her. She felt his body stumble, struggling to keep up with her swift strides. She lead him to a small room in the back of their house, one he hardly ever entered. In the center of the room was an old doggy bowl, now stained with dried up kibble and fur. She pushed him forward, forcing him to look into the bowl.
"You think you're too good for this, don't you?" she purred in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Well, today, you're gonna be a good boy and eat like a dog."
Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what was coming next. He felt like a trapped animal, his heart pounding in his chest, bile rising in his throat. He tried to protest, to beg for mercy, but all that came out was a pathetic whimper. She paid him no mind, continuing her cruel game. She turned around, slowly, giving him a full view of her perfect ass. It was always tight and toned, but today it looked particularly enticing as she wiggled it seductively towards him. A dark gleam appeared in her eyes as she spread her cheeks slightly, giving him a view of her tight asshole.
"This is what you've been panting after, isn't it?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, here it is. Eat up, my little dog."
With that, she squatted over the bowl, her plump lips parting as a long, pungent turd slid out of her ass and into the bowl. It was thick and meaty, covered in a thin layer of her sweat. She waited for a few seconds, staring at him, challenging him to refuse. But he knew better than that. He knew the consequences of disobeying her. Trembling, he leaned forward, reaching a shaking hand towards the bowl. She pulled him back, chuckling darkly.
"No, not so fast," she said, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling his face towards her moist ass crack. "First, you have to show some manners."
She pressed his face against her skin, making him smell her tight entrance. Then, slowly, she began to push his face deeper, forcing him to lick and sniff at her anal secretions. She loved the way he was reduced to this, a pathetic little slut worshiping her every orifice. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, she pulled him away, leaving him gasping for air. But the torture wasn't over yet.
"Now," she said, placing a hand on his head, guiding him back to the bowl, "eat."
Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, and she shoved the first chunk of her shit into his mouth. It was warm and slimy, coating his tongue and teeth in its disgusting texture. He gagged, trying to pull away, but she held him firmly in place. She fed him more, shoveling it into his mouth until he was forced to swallow. She added a scoop of kibble to the mix, just to make sure he got the message that he truly was nothing more than a dog. And then, she pushed him into the bowl, making him lay face down in the mushy mixture of kibble and her feces, his nose buried in the pungent smell.
She laughed as she threw handfuls of it into his face, watching with delight as he struggled not to retch. "You like it, don't you?" she taunted, her voice laced with pleasure. "You love the taste of your Mistress's ass."
As he lay there, his body shuddering with revulsion and arousal, Marcus knew she was right. He was hers, body and soul. He was her scat bitch, and she could do whatever she wanted with him. And he would take it, because he loved her too much to refuse.
