Miss Medea was eagerly waiting for her newest addition to the dungeon. A virgin, delicate and innocent creature who had never experienced the world of scat or anything close to it. She loved the challenge of breaking them down and building them up into her perfect human toilet.
The door opened, and there he was: trembling, eyes wide with fear as he took in his new surroundings. She approached him slowly, her hips swaying sensually despite the chains rattling against the cold metal cuffs. She circled around him like a predator sizing up its prey before stopping directly in front of him.
"Hello, darling," she purred, leaning into his face until their noses touched. "I am Miss Medea, and you are going to be my personal toilet."
His eyes widened even further at the thought, but she smiled reassuringly at him. "Don't worry, sweetheart," she whispered soothingly. "I'll take good care of you."
She unlocked the handcuffs that bound him and led him to a chair in the center of the room. Once seated, she sat down on his lap, pressing him against the cold metal chair. "You've smelled my ass before, right?" she asked teasingly as she grinded against him.
He nodded hesitantly, and she chuckled. "Good boy. Now, take a deep breath and get used to it. This is what you'll be smelling for the rest of your life."
She gripped his chin firmly and pulled his face towards her sweaty, bouquet-scented cheeks, daring him to inhale deeply. Feeling brave, he did as he was told, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the unfamiliar scent. He gagged lightly, eyes watering but managing not to disobey her command.
"That's it, baby," she cooed in encouragement. "Now, let's clean up those stinky armpits." She reached around and grabbed one of his hands, pressing it against her armpit while using the other hand to guide his head down towards her cleavage.
He froze, not daring to move or even breathe, as he felt her warm breath brush against his cheek and the faint smell of sweat waft up from her pits. She grinned wickedly, knowing that this would be the hardest part for him, but also knowing that she could trust him to follow her every command from here on out.
With a soft chuckle, she removed his hand from her armpit and positioned it at her groin instead. "You've been such a good boy," she purred as she guided his hand up under her panties. "Now, see how wet you've made me?"
His cheeks reddened with embarrassment, but he nodded, feeling strangely aroused by the situation despite himself. She smiled encouragingly before pulling his other hand free from its constraints and guiding it towards her asshole. "And here we have the real treat," she whispered into his ear, her breath tickling against his skin. "You get to try out your tongue on my tight, little hole."
He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could do what she was asking of him. But then those hazel eyes flicked up to hers, filled with trust and submission, and he knew he couldn't disappoint her. Slowly, hesitantly, he parted his lips and let them brush against her supple, warm flesh.
A shudder ran through her as she felt his warm breath tickling against her sensitive skin, and she couldn't help but groan in excitement. "Good boy," she breathed again, pressing his face into her crotch. "You're doing so well."
She could feel him growing bolder, becoming more adventurous as he explored her flesh with his tongue. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her shiver with anticipation for what was to come.
Finally, she pulled his face away gently and sat back in the chair, watching him intently. His eyes were glassy with lust, his lips swollen from their shared kiss. "That's enough for now," she said softly, a small smile curling her lips. "You've been very good."
She pulled him to his feet, still holding onto his wrists lightly. "Now," she purred menacingly, "it's time to show you what else you're capable of." And with that, she led him towards an unknown destination within the dungeon.
