Scat Goddess, the alluring and powerful domme, could not resist the call of her toiletslave. After a brief hiatus, she had decided to reignite their twisted affair, this time with even more extreme scat-play. She summoned him to her place, eager to unleash a torrent of freshly-made feces onto his eager face. The anticipation was palpable as she answered the door, her body glistening under the dim light of her foyer. "My slave," she purred, her voice thick with command. She led him to the bathroom, where she grabbd him by the neck and marched him to the edge of the tub where her porcelain throne awaited.
"Kneel before me," she ordered. He complied without hesitation, trembling in excitement as he stared up at her, waiting for her shit to splatter him. She looked down at him with cold, calculating eyes before slowly pulling down her panties. Her asshole gaped invitingly, a dark tunnel leading to her innermost depths. She let out a long, slow sigh as she squatted over the bowl of the toilet, her cheeks wobbling with the effort. With one powerful push, she unleashed a hot fart into the bowl. It stank of sweet rot and unwashed holes, causing the slave to recoil slightly.
"Suck this up," she commanded, pointing to the cloudy mess. He hesitated for only a moment before opening his mouth, the stench filling his nostrils. He hesitated once more before taking a tentative lick, tasting the bitter tang of the asshole fart mixed with his mistress's juices. She watched him intently as he worked his tongue deeper into the bowl, his eyes fixed on her ass.
"Now," she continued, standing up and stepping towards him, her stool reaching waist-level. "Drink this." She held out a small glass filled to the brim with her fresh piss, eyes sparkling with delight. He took it greedily, gulping down the warm liquid as if it were nectar from the gods. She watched him carefully, pleased by his devotion. As he finished, she took the now-empty glass and smiled, her sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.
"Good boy," she muttered before placing him on the ground on all fours. She stood over him, her perfect ass inches from his face. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin as he eagerly awaited her next command. And she didn't disappoint. With a sly grin, she pulled on a pair of black latex gloves, snapping them into place over each finger. "Open wide," she ordered, and he complied without hesitation.
She lowered herself onto his face, one cheek hovering over his mouth, the other pressing into his forehead. He could feel her breath hot and heavy on his face as she began to release the hot, loose turds from her ass. One by one, they fell onto his tongue, the taste of shit and piss overpowering his senses. She grunted and moaned with pleasure as he worked his tongue in and out, cleaning the mess from her glove and smearing it across his face. His fingers clawed at the floor, digging into the carpet as he tried to contain his excitement.
She paused suddenly, pulling back to look down at him. "You're such a pathetic slut," she purred, a look of pure disgust on her face. But it didn't last long; after a few seconds, she couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a grunt, she pushed her ass back down onto his face, driving her shit deeper into his mouth. He groaned, his cheeks hollowing as he prepared to receive more of her filth.
She kept him there, buried under layer upon layer of her feces, till she was satisfied. Finally, she pulled her gloves off, and the smell of shit and piss filled the room. She stood up, admiring her handiwork for a moment before picking up the glove-covered slave and tossing him over her shoulder like a rag doll. He didn't resist; he was too addicted to her disgusting love to care. As they exited the bathroom, she could feel his cum leaking onto her leg, a testament to his utter devotion.
She dragged him into the bedroom, where she pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. Her cunt dripped with another kind of excitement as she lowered herself onto his cock, groaning softly at the sudden intrusion. He grasped at her hips, his fingers digging in as he tried to get closer to her warmth. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she rode him hard and fast.
"Fuck," he murmured, his eyes closed tightly in ecstasy. She leaned down and bit his nipple, hard enough to draw blood, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure. She continued to ride him, grinding her hips backwards and forwards until she felt the familiar tightening in her pussy. With a scream of delight, she came, her juices soaking his stomach as she collapsed onto him.
They lay there in silence for a moment, both of them panting heavily. She looked down at him, her eyes flashing with amusement. "I'll be back for more," she promised, her voice cold and harsh. And he knew she would. He was hers, body and soul, and nothing could change that fact.
