Slave Training - Femdom & Scatology Introduction!
Mistress Lena, a beautiful and powerful dominatrix, stood before her new group of submissive male slaves. They were all trembling with anticipation, eager to please their new mistress. She surveyed them, her gaze lingering on each one in turn. They were lined up naked on the floor, their bodies positioned before her like obedient servants.
"I see you have been ready for me," Mistress Lena purred as she walked amongst them, her high heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
The smell of urine filled the air as each slave nervously squirmed under her gaze. Every inch of the room was covered in piss and shit - a testament to their desperation for her attention.
"Well then," she began, raising an eyebrow as she approached the first slave, "time to see what you've got."
The first slave, a young man with trembling hands, looked up at her with tears in his eyes. He had been here for hours now, eagerly awaiting his turn to serve his new mistress, yet petrified by the thought of what was about to come.
Mistress Lena stopped before him and reached down, grabbing a handful of his hair. She pulled his face up towards hers, her cold lips brushing against his cheek. "You're going to love every minute of this," she whispered darkly in his ear before moving on to the next one.
The second slave was already familiar with the taste of human waste, having been forced to eat his own piss and shit by the other dominatrixes who had used him before. He lay there, eyes closed in anticipation of what was to come.
As Mistress Lena sat on his face, he could feel her warm liquid coating the inside of his mouth. He opened his eyes to see her face hovering just above his, her eyes boring into his soul. "Swallow every drop," she commanded, and he did as he was told.
As he gagged on the putrid taste, she stood up and moved on to the next slave. They continued like this for what felt like hours; each slave being subjected to the most degrading and humiliating acts imaginable. But still, they continued to endure it, knowing that their submission was the key to her mercy.
By the end of the day, Mistress Lena stood before them, surveying her work. Each slave lay there, covered in piss and shit, their minds and bodies broken. Yet still they were grateful; for they knew that this was their fate - to be the lowest of the low, the playthings of their vengeful mistress.
