With a feral grin, the mean mistress held her breath as she approached the toilet seat, her bare bottom glistening with sweat and the metallic scent of her own feces. She carefully positioned herself over the cold, hard surface, her heart pounding with anticipation as she clenched her muscles, holding her bowels in check.
As she squatted down, revealing her tight, puckered anus to the new scat slave, she couldn't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. The girl's terrified eyes were locked onto hers, pleading silently for mercy, but the mistress knew better than to show any kindness at this point.
"Open wide now, slave," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "And don't you dare miss a single drop."
The girl hesitated for a moment before parting her lips, her quivering tongue tracing the wiry curls at the entrance to the mistress's asshole. The stench of old feces and raw fear filled the air as the mistress slowly lowered herself onto the trembling slave's tongue, grinding against it with irresistible force.
Moans and grunts of effort punctuated the silence in the room as they both fought against the unwelcome intrusion. The mistress's eyes rolled back in her head, a shudder running through her body as she felt the intruder's tongue slide deeper into her warm, soiled depths.
When she finally pulled away, spitting a mouthful of brown sludge onto the tiled floor, she pulled the trembling girl to her feet, and hissed in her ear.
"Not clean enough," she growled, pushing the girl back down onto her knees. "Now lick it up."
With a snarl of satisfaction, she leaned forward once more, presenting her puckered asshole to the girl's questing tongue. This time, the slave didn't hesitate, lapping up every drop of filth with unbridled enthusiasm. Her tongue traced every ridge and crevice of the mistress's anus, probing deep into the dark recesses of her bowels.
The mistress watched, her heart pounding with excitement, as the girl's face grew increasingly red and slick with sweat and saliva. She felt a bubble forming inside of her, straining against the desperate swishes of the tongue, and knew that it was time to stop.
With a last, forceful shove, she pushed the girl away, unused to the sudden lack of resistance beneath her. The girl landed in a heap at her feet, gasping for air, her face damp with sweat and drool.
"Now then," the mistress said, her voice calm and cool now that her dirty work was done. "Let's see if you're any good at taking orders."
She walked over to the sink, washing her hands carefully under the harsh fluorescent light. Behind her, she could hear the girl struggling to stand, the faint sounds of retching as she tried to expel the vile taste from her mouth. The mistress felt a twisted sense of satisfaction, knowing that her new toilet slave was going to have a long and painful journey ahead of her.
She turned around to face the girl, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Come here, slave," she purred, gesturing toward the open door. "I have something else in store for you."
As the girl slowly made her way towards the door, hesitating every few steps as nausea threatened to overwhelm her, the mistress couldn't help but smile. She knew that this girl was just the beginning – that there were plenty more toilets and slaves waiting for her in the future. And she couldn't wait to break each and every one of them, bending them to her will and filling their lives with filth and humiliation.
