It was another busy day at ScatqueensBerlin, and Mistress Michelle found herself sitting on the toilet chair, her thighs shaking slightly as she prepared to relieve herself. She could feel the rush of urine building up inside her, inches from release. Below her, on the ground, the toilet slave knelt dutifully, his mouth gaping open in anticipation. His eyes were fixed on her crotch, eager to catch even a glimpse of what was about to come.
Mistress Michelle took a deep breath and let go, feeling the warm piss spill out into his open mouth. The slave was forced to swallow every drop as she glared down at him, her face contorted in amusement. He choked a bit but managed to keep swallowing, unable to do anything else. When she was done, she leaned back, breathing heavily, feeling just a bit empowered by the act.
Suddenly, there was a smacking sound as Lady Sandy joined her on the other toilet chair. The smell of shit hung heavy in the air as she grinned wickedly down at the toilet slave. He knew what was coming next and his eyes widened in fear as she lowered her panties, exposing her ass. It took everything he had not to gag as he saw the dark, twisted mess sticking out from her anus.
With a loud sigh, Lady Sandy shoved her ass up against the slave's face, forcing him to breathe in the foul odor that clung to her. He could feel her hot breath on his cheeks and the slickness of her ass as it pressed against his skin. She started to grind against him, moaning softly as she took pleasure in his discomfort.
Finally, with a loud groan, she pushed forward and released a massive turd straight into his waiting mouth. It was bigger than anything he had expected, filling his mouth and pushing his tongue back against his teeth. He could feel it sliding down his throat as he gagged and retched but he couldn't move away.
"Swallow it all," Mistress Michelle commanded, her voice hard. The slave did as he was told, feeling the warm, wet mass of shit slide down his throat and into his stomach. When he finally managed to swallow, Lady Sandy pushed him away, a look of pure satisfaction on her face.
"Now, clean up my ass," she ordered, turning her back to him. The slave stumbled forward, trembling, and began to lick her clean. His tongue darted out tentatively at first, but he quickly got into a rhythm. He licked every inch of her puckered hole and the skin around it, cleaning off any remaining fecal matter.
Finally, he stopped and looked up at her, expecting her to tell him he was finished. But she shook her head, smirking. "Now, lick up the mess on the floor." The slave looked down at the small puddle of shit and piss that had dripped from her body, his stomach turning at the thought. But he knew better than to disobey.
Slowly, he sank down onto his knees and began to lap at the filth on the ground, his tongue flicking out to catch every drop. It wasn't long before his face was covered in wrinkles and his eyes watered from the stench, but he didn't stop. He continued to lap hungrily, cleaning up every bit of their waste.
As he finished, Mistress Michelle turned to him with a smirk. "Good boy." She reached down and ruffled his hair, a look of amusement in her eyes. The slave couldn't help but feel a spark of pride at the praise, despite the degrading nature of his task.
And so, another day at ScatqueensBerlin came to a close. The toilet slave sat back on his heels, gazing up at his Mistresses with a mix of fear and admiration. They were truly in control, and he had only himself to blame for being here. He would serve them willingly, no matter what they asked of him.
