Once inside my lavish home, I made my way upstairs to the bathroom, feeling a rush of excitement as I prepared for the humiliating task I had set for my scat bitch. Lifting up my dress, I exposed my plump bottom cheeks, revealing a stunning pair of diamond encrusted butt plugs nestled within. Smirking at the thought of my scat bitch's anticipation, I took a deep breath and focused on the turd I was about to create.
Closing my eyes, I pictured the look of despair on his face when he saw what I had in store for him. But first, I needed to get the right camera angle. Moving in front of the mirror, I positioned myself just right, making sure my ass was the main attraction. Gripping the edge of the counter for support, I leaned forward, feeling the cool air brush against my damp slit as I spread my legs invitingly.
With a powerful burst of energy, I released the firm turd that had been pressing against my walls. It dropped onto the shiny white porcelain with a satisfying ploppoom sound, causing me to shiver with pleasure. Looking down, I admired my work of art: an impressively large and hard turd, dark brown in color and glistening with grease.
Feeling triumphant, I grabbed my phone and hit record, my voice echoing through the empty room as I addressed my scat bitch directly. "Hello there, scat bitch," I purred, watching as his eyes widened at the sound of my derisive nickname. "I've got a little something special for you today."
I approached the camera, my hips swaying seductively as I walked over to reveal my prize. "Look what I made just for you!" I announced proudly, smirking as I showed him the turd. "I want you to eat every single bite, understand?"
He nodded enthusiastically despite feeling sick to his stomach at the thought of consuming my waste. "Yes, mistress," he whimpered, unable to meet my gaze. "I'll do anything you want."
"That's what I like to hear," I cooed, enjoying the power I held over him. "Get down on your knees and start cleaning up my mess."
Hesitantly, he kneeled before me, his pale face filling the screen as he leaned in to take a tentative sniff of the turd. "Please, don't make me eat it," he begged, tears beginning to form in his eyes.
But I wasn't about to let him off so easily. With a cruel laugh, I slapped him across the face, breaking his focus on the camera. "I told you to eat it," I snapped, raising my voice to a sharp, commanding tone. "And that's an order, scat bitch."
Trembling with fear and revulsion but also excitement at the thought of obeying me, he finally leaned forward and opened his mouth, revealing a pink tongue and a shivering lower lip. Taking a deep breath, he looked up at me one last time before closing his eyes and slowly opening his mouth wide enough to accommodate the disgusting lump of excrement.
I watched in silent fascination as he began to chew, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he struggled not to gag. Suddenly, he opened his mouth to speak, a stream of my shit cascading out and falling onto the floor with a wet splat.
"Mmm... delicious," he moaned, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Thank you, mistress."
Despite my initial revulsion, I felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction watching him consume my waste. "That's my good scat bitch," I purred, running a hand through his hair softly. "Now, why don't you go take a nice long bath to clean yourself up?"
And with that, he rose to his feet, bowing his head in submission before slowly backing away from the camera, his body trembling as he tried to hide his arousal beneath his shame. As the video ended, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd pushed him too far tonight. But then again, that was part of the thrill.
So, I grabbed my iPhone and texted him with a wicked smirk: "I can't wait to see what you'll do next, scat bitch."
