On Saturday evening, Mistress Sabina prepared for her usual nighttime scat session with her ever-obedient toilet slave. She wore a lacy black thong and matching bra, her long raven hair flowing down her back. Her high heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she moved about her luxurious apartment.
The room where the slave waited was dimly lit, and she could hear him panting eagerly from where she stood in the doorway. He lay on the ground on his back, his mouth wide open and his eyes fixed on her. His cock stood at attention, leaking precum, which only served to make him appear even more pathetic and submissive to Sabina.
She stepped over him gracefully, never once breaking eye contact with him. He trembled under her gaze, anticipating her next move. "Look at that cock," she purred, running her fingers teasingly along the shaft before circling his ballsack with her thumb and forefinger. The slave whimpered in response.
Sabina walked over to the toilet seat, adjusting her position so that she could easily shit into the bowl. She made a great show of it, grinding her hips and arching her back as she relished the feeling of her full bowels pressing against her rectum. The slave watched in awe, his mouth watering uncontrollably.
Finally, Mistress Sabina released a torrent of hot, steaming shit into the bowl. It splattered against the sides and made a disgusting plopping sound as it hit the water. She chuckled maliciously and commanded, "Suck it up, slave."
The slave didn't hesitate. He quickly buried his face in the toilet bowl, eager to taste his mistress's excrement. Sabina watched with amusement as he slurped up her shit like a starving dog lapping at water. "That's a good slave," she cooed, patting him on the head.
As he continued to cleanse the toilet, she moved over to the dining table where a plate of cake sat waiting. She took a bite of the delicious dessert and then threw the rest on the floor in front of the slave. "Clean that up too," she ordered curtly.
The slave didn't argue or protest; he knew better than to question his mistress's commands. He crawled over to the mess on the floor, eager to taste the sweet treat that had been so casually discarded. As he lapped up the cake crumbs and cream, he could feel Mistress Sabina's hot, sticky shit sliding down his throat, filling his belly with a repulsive yet oddly satisfying sensation.
The entire session lasted for hours, and by the end, both Mistress Sabina and her toilet slave were covered in a thick layer of filth. She smiled cruelly at him one last time before leaving him there on the floor, knowing that he would be left to suffer through his depraved desires long into the night.
