Mistress Britany looked down at her scat slave with a smirk. The little toy had been good for her amusement today, and he deserved the humiliation she had in store for him. She gestured for the other girls to join her, and together they dragged the slave off to the side of the room.
"On your knees, slave," Britany commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. The slave immediately dropped to his knees before her, trembling in anticipation of what would come next. He couldn't believe how low he had fallen, but he knew he loved every minute of it.
Britany unzipped her pants, revealing her bare, sweaty backside to the slave. She moistened her finger in her own feces and coated it liberally before calling the slave's attention to it. "Taste your mistress's shit," she growled, shoving her finger into the slave's mouth. He closed his eyes gratefully, eager to receive her gift.
As Britany fed him her filth, the other girls gathered around to watch. Some giggled and whispered among themselves, while others seemed more curious than amused. No one interfered, however, as this was clearly part of the established dynamic between the mistress and her slave.
After a few minutes, Britany pulled her finger out of the slave's mouth. "Now you get to show your appreciation," she said with a cruel smile. The slave knew what she wanted: he opened his mouth wide and waited for her to drop her load into his eagerly waiting maw.
As he chewed and swallowed, the other girls began to throw him smaller pieces of their own feces. They clearly enjoyed watching the submissive man consume their waste, and it gave them all the more reason to humiliate him further.
Britany stepped back, her face flushed with pleasure and power. "You're such a disgusting little toy," she laughed, looking down on him with cold disdain. "Get up. Clean yourself off, and then thank your lucky stars that we'll let you live to serve another day."
The slave got to his feet, still groveling for his mistresses' approval. He knew there was no greater honor than being used and disposable at their whims. As he licked himself clean and prepared for whatever lay ahead, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to worship at the altar of scat.
