Part 2: Feeding the Slaves Special Pee-Scat Recipe
The Mistress watched as her toilet slave dutifully followed her commands. With a malicious grin, she decided it was time to increase his humiliation. She walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher filled with a yellowish liquid. The slave's heart sank; he knew what it was.
Back in the bathroom, the Mistress made him kneel down before her. She held up the pitcher and told him to open his mouth wide. He obliged, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him as he caught the stench of urine and feces wafting from the liquid inside.
"Drink up, my slave," she commanded, pushing the pitcher against his lips.
He could feel the cool liquid dripping down his chin as he drank as fast as he could. It tasted disgusting, like the filthiest toilet water he had ever imagined. But he couldn't stop; the Mistress would not let him. He might be used to consuming her bodily fluids, but this was a whole new level of humiliation.
As he finished the pitcher, the Mistress ordered him to lick the bottom clean. He did as he was told, using his tongue to scoop up any remaining bits of feces and urine left behind. His face twisted in disgust at the putrid taste, but he couldn't hide his arousal.
"Good boy," she praised, patting him on the head. "Now it's time for your real treat."
The Mistress then moved behind him and bent him over forwards, resting his head on the rim of the toilet bowl. She pulled down his underwear, exposing his ass. He felt a cold, wet sensation on his behind as she prepared a mixture of her own feces and pee.
"Here comes your special pee-shit drink!" she chuckled maniacally, paddling his ass hard.
The warm, sticky liquid gushed onto his asscheeks and down his thighs. It felt hot and itchy, and he knew it wouldn't be long until it dripped into his awaiting mouth. As if reading his mind, the Mistress pushed his face into the mess.
"Drink it all up, slave," she ordered, holding his head down.
He opened his mouth wide, feeling the hot, salty liquid hit the back of his throat. He gagged and spluttered, trying to push the feces-pee mix back out, but the Mistress held him tight. She kept him there, drinking every last drop of her excrement.
Finally, she let him go, leaving him sobbing and groaning on the floor. She looked down at him with a sinister smile. "That's a good boy," she laughed devilishly, "now you've truly become one with me."
