Kat looked at her master with a mixture of curiosity and dread. She had seen the look in his eyes before, the one that said he had a particularly nasty task planned for her. Her heart raced as he approached her with a handful of something brown and gooey that she recognized immediately as her own feces. "I want you to eat this, Kat," he said, his voice darkly pleased at her discomfort. "Every last bit of it."
With shaking hands, he pressed the plate of shit against her lips. She gagged at the putrid smell but couldn't bring herself to refuse him. Slowly, she opened her mouth and let him force the first bite of her own shit into her mouth. It slipped down her throat like warm oil, repulsive yet oddly arousing. He watched her closely, a cruel smile curling his lips as she chewed and swallowed.
"Good girl," he purred, reaching for another pile of feces. He took his time coating the second mouthful before pushing it into her mouth again. This time, she voiced her reluctance, moaning around the vile mass as it melted on her tongue. She could feel it thickening in her throat, the unnatural taste making her gag again. But he was there, his strong, calloused fingers massaging the base of her skull, urging her to swallow.
When the last bite had disappeared down her throat, he took the plate and led her to a mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, lips and teeth stained brown by her own filth. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at herself in shame. "Now, Kat," he whispered dangerously low, "let's see those pretty dimples get really full of shit."
With that, he turned her around and positioned her over the toilet bowl. She watched with morbid fascination as he took out a plump, sticky turd from her anus and placed it gently on the plate beside her. Her entire body tensed, but she couldn't move as he pushed and coaxed her further into the ordeal. His fingers slid into her ass, massaging her tight sphincter until she cried out in distress. Then, with a sickening pop, another turd tumbled out, landing on the plate with a wet splat.
"Eat, Kat," he commanded again, and this time she didn't hesitate. The taste was just as revolting as before, but there was something darkly erotic about the entire experience that made her body ache with desire. She couldn't understand it, but all she knew was that she wanted more of this twisted pleasure.
She ate greedily, her tongue wiping every last bit of her shit from the plate as he fed her more and more. The texture was strange and slippery against her tongue, but she found herself enjoying the sensation despite herself. And as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, the shame on her face slowly gave way to a flicker of pride - she was truly his, completely and utterly owned by him.
When the plate was finally clean, he stood back, surveying his work. "Beautiful," he murmured, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Now go wash yourself clean, my lovely pet. We have more work to do tonight."
She stood up shakily, her legs unsteady after the intense mixture of fear and arousal that had coursed through her body. As she walked to the shower, she couldn't help but feel an aching need for more of his disgusting games. It was sickening and exhilarating all at once, and she couldn't wait to see what he'd come up with next.
