As ScatqueensBerlin's toilet slave knelt before his mistress, a nervous energy coursed through his veins. He had already consumed her feces earlier and now, he found himself eagerly waiting for the next part of the ordeal. Mistress Michelle was not one to be easily pleased, and he knew that failure would result in severe consequences.
She motioned for him to come closer, her eyes never leaving his. He obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched her delve into a bag of chips. She offered him a chip, which he took gratefully, savoring the salty taste as he prepared himself for the worst. Once he'd finished, she signaled for him to open wide, prompting fear to rise up within him.
"First," she began, her voice cool and calm. "You must clean the shit off the toilet seat."
He nodded, understanding the instruction. Kneeling before the toilet, he took a deep breath and reached for the toilet brush. As he scrubbed the seat, the smell of excrement filled his nostrils, causing him to gag slightly. When the seat was finally clean, he offered it to Mistress Michelle, who examined it with a critical eye before nodding in approval.
Next, she instructed him to clean the toilet bowl. Again, he did as he was told, feeling the bile rise in his throat as he reached into the filthy water to grab the brush. Once it was clean, he held it up for her inspection, his hands trembling slightly from the repulsive task.
"Now," she said, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "Prepare yourself. You are about to taste my most recent offering."
Without warning, she pulled something out of the toilet bowl and held it in front of his face. It was the toilet plunger, covered in feces. She pressed it against his lips, and he could feel the warm, sticky mess as it touched his skin. Swallowing hard, he opened his mouth wider, allowing her to push the plunger deeper into his mouth.
As he chewed hesitantly, Mistress Michelle stood over him, watching his every move. Once he'd finished, she signaled for him to spit it out into the toilet. The taste lingered in his mouth long after he'd finished, and he could feel the weight of her gaze even as he looked down at the cold, hard floor.
"Finally," she said, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Your training continues."
With that, she turned her back on him and began to urinate. As the stream hit the water, he knew what he had to do next. Gathering up every ounce of courage he possessed, he leaned in close, his face just inches from the toilet bowl. With a quick movement, he opened his mouth wide and caught a mouthful of her urine as it swirled around in the water.
Her giggle filled the room, and he knew that he'd pleased her. As she finished, she pressed a lever on the side of the toilet, and the seat began to rise up. She stepped onto the toilet seat, straddling him as she reached behind her, grabbed her bare asscheeks, and pulled them apart.
"Now," she purred. "Eat my shit."
