One sunny morning, Scat Goddess woke up with an idea. She had just used her new human toilet the day before and enjoyed the experience so much that she decided to use him more often. As she sat on her luxurious bed, sipping on her morning coffee, she thought about how she could make today's session even more delightful for herself.
She picked up her phone and dialed the number of her toilet, excited to get started. After a few rings, his nervous voice came on the line. "Hello, Mistress? Are you calling for me?" He asked, his heart already racing.
"Yes, slave," she purred. "I have a surprise for you today. Come to my house immediately." She hung up before he could respond, eagerly anticipating his arrival.
When the toilet slave arrived at the grand entrance of Scat Goddess's mansion, he was ushered inside by a few of her servants. He made his way through the opulent halls until he heard her sweet voice beckoning him from upstairs. He climbed the stairs, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he followed the sound of her voice.
Scat Goddess was waiting for him in her lavish bathroom, dressed in her usual stylish robe. She gestured for him to get on the ground and laid down in the bathtub. His heart sank as he realized what was about to happen. He knew what was expected of him, and he could only obey.
"Open your mouth wide," she commanded. The toilet slave obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as he could, his tongue darting out nervously. "Good boy," she praised, her smile sinister. She lifted her gorgeous ass high in the air, revealing her tight little ass crack to him. Suddenly, a hot stream of freshly prepared shit erupted from her asshole and fell directly into his waiting mouth.
"Swallow every drop, toilet slave," she said, her voice cold and confident. The slave knew better than to protest; he quickly began chewing and swallowing the warm, creamy shit that coated his tongue and filled his mouth. She continued to shit on him, over and over again, until she was satisfied that he had consumed enough of her morning meal.
Meanwhile, in a separate room, two of Scat Goddess's lesbian friends were also preparing for their dirty playtime. They sat on the floor, their bodies glistening with sweat, as they watched the footage of their session with the toilet slave from the day before. One of them picked up a double-ended dildo, smirking as she tasted the residual flavor of shit on it.
As they watched the video, they became more turned on by the idea of playing with each other's filth. The scene showed how the toilet slave had sucked both their assholes and cleaned them with his tongue, leaving behind a layer of sticky shit. The camera zoomed in on their moist, pulsating pussies, covered in a thin layer of sweat and excitement.
"Let's make this even filthier," one of the friends suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief. The other nodded eagerly, grabbing a handful of her own shit from a nearby bucket and squeezing it onto her palm. She pressed her hand against the other friend's waiting pussy, then brought it up to her own mouth to taste the mix of their sweat and shit.
They began to grind against each other, their moans getting louder as they pleasure themselves with their own waste. The friend who had previously tasted the shit pushed a finger inside her friend, coating it with her own filth before sliding it back out, spreading the mess further over her lover's pussy.
The pair began to kiss passionately, their tongues wrestling each other as they exchanged the taste of their own desires. As they moaned in unison, they felt a new wave of pleasure wash over them, amplified by the depravity of their actions.
Back in the bathroom, Scat Goddess finally finished using the toilet slave as her human toilet. She stood up, admiring her handiwork. "You did well, toilet slave," she said, patting him on the head. "Now get up and leave my bathroom." He stumbled out of the bathtub, his mouth still filled with the remnants of her shit morning meal.
Despite being humiliated and used, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Knowing that he was the source of pleasure for his Mistress and her friends filled him with a twisted kind of pride. As he crawled away from the bathroom, he couldn't wait for his next appointment.
