Today was Taco Tuesday and I had a special surprise for my slave. As I entered the kitchen, wearing only a small apron that barely covered my ample rear end, I could feel his anticipation building. He knew that on this day, he would be treated to one of my signature "scat tacos."
I grabbed a fresh tortilla and spread a generous portion of my homemade salsa on it. My slave couldn't help but watch as I slowly and seductively massaged the salsa between my cheeks, teasing him with the delicious aroma of my other ingredient.
I grinned cheekily as he struggled not to drool, and then I started to prepare my "filler." With a smile that exposed my sharp teeth, I reached back and scooped up a palmful of my warm, steaming feces from the toilet. The stuff was black as midnight, shiny and glistening in the light. It was like a tasty treat just for him.
As I added the fecal matter to the tortilla, I took great pleasure in watching his face contort in disgust and desire mixed together. His eyes were fixed on me, unable to peel themselves away from the sight of his mistress creating this filthy delicacy just for him.
Carefully, I folded the tortilla over the top and pressed down gently. Then, I placed it on a greased pan and put it into the preheated oven. While it was baking, I decided to have a little fun with my slave.
I stalked over to where he stood, his cock already hard from the anticipation and arousal. Without warning, I slapped him hard across the face and laughed cruelly. His cheek stung, but he knew better than to cry out or show his pain. That only made me angrier.
"Do you really want this?" I purred menacingly, wagging a finger in his face. "Because if you don't, I could always find something else to feed you."
He whimpered softly, desperately trying to suppress his need and desire. But I knew he couldn't resist, not for long. He nodded mutely, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.
"Good boy," I praised him, stroking his cheek gently. "Now go and wait in your room until it's ready."
With one last threatening look, I turned and went back to the kitchen. My slave's scat taco was ready, and I planned on making him eat every last bite.
