As Mistress Michelle's frustration grew over the messy toilets her slaves were responsible for, she knew she had to take things up a notch. She had always been interested in playing with scat and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.
She instructed the first slave to lie down on the filthy bathroom floor and spread his legs wide apart. With a smirk, Mistress Michelle walked over to the toilet and flushed it forcefully, sending a torrent of feces cascading down onto his chest and face.
The slave squirmed under the weight of the excrement, his eyes wide with shock and disgust. But Mistress Michelle was relentless. With a look of pure satisfaction on her face, she grabbed a handful of the feces and deliberately smeared it across his mouth, making sure to get it into his mouth as well.
She watched as the slave gagged on the putrid taste and felt sick to his stomach. But that wasn't enough for Mistress Michelle. She demanded that he clean up every last bit of the mess from her toilet, using nothing but his tongue and mouth.
The slave groaned in disgust as he started moving the feces around with his tongue, trying his best to please his mistress. Mistress Michelle watched with a perverse sense of satisfaction, knowing that this was only the beginning.
Once the floor and the slave were completely clean, Mistress Michelle moved on to her next plan. She picked up a metal gag with an attachment for a strap, smiling evilly as she approached her next slave.
Without any warning, she strapped the gag into place around the slave's head, securing it tightly. The plastic part of the gag looked like it was designed to catch and hold anything given to it. As if to demonstrate this, Mistress Michelle handed the slave a bowl of freshly-made scat - a mixture of feces and toilet water.
The slave whimpered and tried to struggle against the tight restraints, but it was no use. With a sadistic grin, Mistress Michelle pushed the bowl towards the slave's face, daring him to disobey.
Hesitantly at first, then more willingly, the slave began to consume the vile mixture of scat, his eyes watering and his face contorting in disgust. But he couldn't escape the gag, and every time he tried to spit it out or cry out in protest, the plastic would simply stretch wider, absorbing it all.
By the time Mistress Michelle was satisfied that the slave had finished, his face was covered in a thick layer of her feces, and he looked close to vomiting. But she wasn't quite done yet. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a small camera.
She positioned the camera facing the slave, then stepped back to get a good view. Click. The camera clicked as the first picture was taken, capturing the humiliated and disgusted expression on the slave's face.
Mistress Michelle couldn't contain her glee any longer. This had been an amazing session, and she couldn't wait to see how her slaves would react when they found out about these photos. As she left the room, her laughter echoing through the halls, the slaves lay there, battered and utterly broken, unable to believe what they had just been through.
