As the day drew to a close and the sun began its descent, it signaled the start of dinner time for me and my scat slave. However, to my surprise and slight annoyance, he was still not home yet. Normally, I would take pleasure in leaving him hungry as punishment for his disobedience, but today, I decided to be a bit more magnanimous. After all, we were supposed to be working on building trust between us.
So, I set about preparing his plate myself, humming softly to myself as I did so. I wished he was there to enjoy this act of kindness with me, but alas, he would just have to appreciate it when he got back. Once everything was arranged neatly on the table, I stepped back to admire my handiwork.
It looked quite inviting, really. A crisp green salad, freshly baked garlic bread, and even some of his favorite dessert—cheesecake! The only thing missing was his favorite meal: my warm fresh piss mixed with my delicious shit.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of him enjoying that. But first things first - I needed to provide the main course. I made my way to the bathroom, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I undid my jeans and lowered myself onto the toilet seat.
As I began to release a steady stream of golden nectar into the toilet bowl, my thoughts drifted back to him. How excited he would be when he saw what I had prepared for him. And not just seen...but also tasted and smelled...
It had been some time since we last engaged in this particular act together due to his recent behavior, but now that he seemed more cooperative, I couldn't wait to get him back on track. The smell of my warm piss filled the room, and for a moment, I was tempted to take a sip myself. But no, I had to save that for him. After all, it was his dinner.
When I was finally satisfied that I had left enough for him, I flushed the toilet and stood up. My knees were slightly wobbly from the rush of blood to my head, but I managed to make my way back to the kitchen.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as I looked at the last remaining item on the menu: a warm, steaming pile of my fresh shit. It was still slightly soft from its recent creation, but I knew it would firm up after some time. And when it did, it would make the perfect topping for his meal.
With trembling hands, I scooped up a generous helping of my shit onto another plate and placed it gingerly next to his food. It looked even more appetizing now that it had cooled down slightly. The aroma was intoxicating, a mix of earthy and sweet scents that filled the air.
Suddenly, I heard the door open, and my heart skipped a beat. It was him. He walked in, looking slightly disheveled from his journey home but still as gorgeous as ever. His eyes widened when he saw the table set before him, and his cheeks flushed with excitement.
"T-this is for me?" he stuttered, his voice full of awe. I nodded, a wicked grin taking over my face. "Thank you, Mistress." He genuflected before getting up to inspect his meal more closely. His eyes were drawn immediately to the final two items on the plate.
"P-piss?" He asked hesitantly, his gaze flicking nervously between the glass of golden liquid and me. I nodded slowly, eagerly awaiting his reaction. He swallowed hard before reaching for the glass, taking a delicate sip. His face contorted in pleasure as he savored the taste. "It's delicious, Mistress." He murmured, his eyes drifting back to the plate of shit.
Without further hesitation, he picked up a piece of his meal and gingerly placed it into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he chewed and swallowed it down, moaning softly. "So good..." He whispered, reaching for another piece.
I watched with loving satisfaction as he ate every last bite of my offering. When he finally finished and sat back, he looked up at me, his eyes full of gratitude and love. "Thank you, Mistress," he said softly, "that was the best meal I've ever had."
And in that moment, I knew that all the pain, humiliation, and submission was worth it. For us to truly be together, we had to trust each other enough to share not just our bodies but also our deepest desires and fears. And tonight, we had done just that.
