Lady M was a stunningly beautiful woman who exuded an aura of dominance and authority. Her alluring presence made men submit to her wishes without question. After finishing another scat feeding session, she decided to have some fun with her latest admirer. The slave knelt before her, his head bowed in submission, as he awaited her next command.
"Look at me," she purred, her voice holding a hint of danger. The slave lifted his head and stared into her captivating eyes. "Today, you will worship my feet."
Unable to refuse, the slave eagerly began licking and sniffing her pantyhose-clad feet, savoring the combination of sweat and the faint scent of her essence. As he did so, Lady M casually sipped from a cup placed in front of her.
"Not bad, but I think you missed a spot," she taunted, then used the heel of her stocking-covered foot to poke playfully at his nose, leaving a trace of her taste behind. She laughed delightedly as the slave eagerly licked it off.
Next, she ordered him to drink the tea from the cup she had sipped from. His eyes widened in fear as he saw a cigarette butt floating in the liquid, but he drank it down anyway. The taste of ash and tobacco mixed with the faint sweetness of the tea was overwhelming.
"There," Lady M said, watching him closely. "Now, I want you to suck on my heels."
The slave complied, his lips wrapping around the Italian leather and sucking gently. It was intoxicating for him, the taste mixing with the traces of ash still lingering in his mouth. As he sucked, Lady M leaned back, her legs resting on a chair. She enjoyed watching him work her feet.
"Now," she ordered, removing her heel from his mouth. "Take your cock out and play with it."
The slave did as he was told, his heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. He stroked his shaft slowly, trying to avoid eye contact with his mistress. Suddenly, Lady M's bare foot landed on his crotch, hard.
"What's the matter?" she teased, her foot grinding against his hardening member. "Don't you like my toes touching your cock?"
Before he could answer, she slid her stockinged foot between his legs and began ballbusting him viciously. He cried out in pain but still couldn't stop stroking himself. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain that made him beg for more.
Lady M watched him with amusement, enjoying the way he squirmed under her touch. His hips bucked involuntarily as he neared climax.
"Don't cum yet," she warned. "You're not done pleasuring me."
Feeling a wave of arousal wash over her, Lady M stood and walked over to the toilet. With a devilish grin, she untied him and pushed him gently onto the seat. She positioned him over the bowl, his face level with the rim.
"Now," she purred, "it's time for your reward."
She gestured towards the toilet bowl, her hand revealing a giant serving platter piled high with steaming feces. His heart raced as he realized what he was expected to do. His mouth watered uncontrollably at the thought of tasting her again.
"Start eating," she commanded, her voice husky with desire. The slave lowered his face to the feces, inhaling deeply before taking a bite. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before—sweet and savory, with a hint of the world's most alluring woman.
As he ate, Lady M watched intently, ensuring that every morsel was consumed. Finally, when he had cleaned his plate, she gestured towards a glass filled with golden liquid in front of him. He knew what it was and without hesitation, he opened his mouth.
Pungent, bitter liquid poured into his mouth. He tried not to gag as it hit the back of his throat, choking back the urge to vomit. He swallowed, feeling the burning sensation subside.
"Good boy," Lady M applauded, clapping her hands softly. "Now, why don't you stand up and thank me for your meal?"
The slave stood shakily, his legs trembling with exhaustion and arousal. He looked at Lady M, his eyes full of gratitude and submission. She smiled softly, knowing she had him completely under her control.
"Not so bad, isn't it?" she asked, climbing onto the edge of the bathtub. "You love every humiliating moment of it."
And he did.
