Scat Goddess cast an imperial gaze upon her trembling toilet slave as he kneeled before her, eyes fixed on the floor. She was ready for another one of her notorious kaviar videos, and today's subject was to be the scum-sucking depths of her toilet's bowl. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a cloud of smoke curling around her face and blew it right into his, filling his nostrils with the bitter tang of her cigarette. He coughed, eyes watering, as she leaned down and spat a stream of saliva into his open mouth. "Clean my ashtray," she commanded, her voice a low growl that vibrated against his skin.
The poor wretch didn't hesitate, scrambling to his feet and grabbing the ashtray from the nearby table. He held it out tentatively, waiting for her next order. As he watched, she placed the cigarette butt back into her overflowing mouth and began to speak, her words slurred together with the sound of chewing and smacking. "Now go buy a tray," she said between puffs. "One for feeding."
The toilet slave nodded dutifully and scurried out of the room, returning a moment later with a silver platter fit for a queen. She eyed it critically before nodding in satisfaction and motioning for him to bring it close. Carefully, he set it down at the foot of her throne before retreating once more, trembling with anticipation and fear.
Scat Goddess stood up, her huge frame towering above him, and began to work her magic. She started by grinding her hips against the porcelain, moaning softly as she produced a substantial log of solid waste. With a disdainful glance at her trembling toilet, she stepped over him and positioned the tray beneath her asshole. Then, she pushed — and out came another stream of kaviar, a long, thick ribbon of shit that landed with a satisfying splat on the tray.
She looked down at him with contempt, her eyes alight with the fires of her twisted desires. Reaching down, she took his head in her hands and forced it between her legs, pushing his face against the warm, steaming mess on the tray. "Eat," she hissed, her hot breath washing over him as she began to shove the repulsive concoction into his open mouth.
He groaned, eyes watering as he struggled to swallow the hot, stinking excrement, but soon enough it was disappearing down his throat. She laughed, her booming laughter rattling the walls around them. She felt invincible at that moment. She was a goddess of filth and degradation, and he was her disgusting toilet, existing only to serve her every dirty need.
She pulled him back up by the hair, squeezing his head painfully as she forced another mouthful into his throat. This time it was a pair of her socks coated in a thick layer of spit and excrement. "Wash my socks," she ordered, her fingers digging into his scalp as she pushed his tongue against the fabric.
The taste was revolting, but he forced himself to obey, mimicking the motions she'd shown him before. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled away, disgusted but satisfied. It was time for the final act. With a flick of her wrist, she produced a massive dildo, fifteen inches of hard plastic. She grabbed him by the head and pulled him close, sliding the impossibly large toy between his lips. "Suck," she hissed, her breath hot against his face.
He did as he was told, sucking desperately as she began to thrust the dildo deeper and deeper into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down in obedience. The sensation was horrifying but being better than nothing at all. It slid past his gag reflex and deep into his throat, pushing against the back of his tongue.
Finally, with a twist of her hand, she released it, a jet of scat shooting out onto the wall behind him. Weakly, he collapsed to the ground, choking and gasping for air. She didn't even look back. Instead, she bent down and grabbed another cigarette, lighting it with her rather newly minted mini-chandelier. "Pathetic," she muttered, exhaling a stream of smoke into his face. But for some reason, there was satisfaction in her tone.
