Miss Lith Domina, a powerful and beautiful mistress, ruled her chamber with an iron fist. Tonight was a special occasion, she had planned to initiate a new slave into the art of scat and pee play. The bathroom was the ideal setting for their encounter, filled with the right aura of dominance and humiliation. Miss Lith knew that this would be an experience her slave would never forget.
She undressed herself, revealing a bodily form sculpted by the Gods; her breasts were firm and perfect, her stomach flat, and her buttocks round and inviting. Miss Lith climbed atop the toilet bowl, her powerful thighs spreading open to reveal her shaven, pink pussy. A plastic tupper was placed beneath the bowl, ready to catch her divine liquid gold - diarrhea. This was going to be one for the record books.
The slave, trembling with anxiety and excitement, was positioned in front of Miss Lith, his face pressed between her thighs. He could smell the sweet, musky scent of her intimate area, mixed with the distinct smell of diarrhea. It was overwhelming, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as he waited for what was about to come.
As if on cue, Miss Lith released a torrent of putrid liquid into the toilet bowl, her body heaving and shuddering with each release. Her face contorted into an expression of disappointment and disinterest as she looked down upon her creation. Her mind was elsewhere, consumed by her phone, not acknowledging the submissive kneeling before her. However, this did not lessen the slave's task. He remained in servitude, eager to prove his loyalty to his Goddess.
After she was finished, Miss Lith presented the filled tupper to the slave. "Drink it," she commanded. The weight of her request was not lost on him - this was the first taste of what he had longed for since he had entered her domicile. With shaking hands, he took the tupper and brought it up to his lips. The warmth of the diarrhea seeped into his skin, causing his stomach to churn. He forced himself to take a small sip, feeling the thick liquid coat his tongue. He swallowed, not wanting to disappoint her.
"Clean my ass," Miss Lith ordered, analyzing her instagram feed without taking her eyes off it. The slave felt a wave of shame wash over him but knew he had no choice. He positioned himself between her legs, his face inches from her perfect behind. With trembling hands, he gingerly reached out and began to clean her soiled anus with his tongue. It tasted of uncooked food and stale feces, but he didn't mind. All that mattered was pleasing his Goddess.
Once she was clean, Miss Lith stood up and walked over to the sink. "Now drink the rest," she commanded as she emptied the tupper into the sink. The slave once again shook his head in protest, but Miss Lith gazed at him disapprovingly. "Do it," she insisted. He took a deep breath and downed the rest of the vile concoction, feeling it slosh around in his stomach.
Miss Lith then reached for a glass filled with pee, saved since 5 am that morning. It was now lukewarm and stale, but she savored the smell of her own piss. She handed the glass to the slave, who took a sip. His face contorted in disgust as he tried to hold back the urge to vomit. It was clear that he had never experienced such a disgusting beverage before. But Miss Lith didn't care; she loved seeing him squirm.
"Drink it all," she commanded, playfully swirling the glass in front of him. With heavy heart and great reluctance, the slave obeyed his Mistress, downing the entire glass of piss. It was bitter and left a tangy taste in his mouth, but he didn't mind. He had proved his devotion to her once again.
As the scene concluded, Miss Lith leaned against the sink, admiring her work. The slave remained kneeling at her feet, head bowed in submission. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging. He was her slave, and she was his Goddess. In that moment, nothing else mattered.
