Part 2: Toilet Slaves Scatology - Stranger Pleasured and Covered in Poop!
The masked dominatrix turned her attention back to the trembling man lying before her. With a devilish grin, she moved closer and began rubbing her filthy palms over his chest and stomach. His heart raced as he felt her cold, slimy fingers exploring his body.
He couldn't believe what was happening. Only moments ago, he had been an ordinary person with no idea about the depraved world of scat play. Now, he found himself naked, lying in a pool of his own feces, and about to be used as a human toilet by a woman he didn't even know.
As he shivered with fear, the dominatrix reached down and grabbed a fistful of his dreadlocks. "Look at you," she purred, pulling his face up to hers. "So scared, yet so turned on. You deserve everything you're about to get."
With that, she positioned his head over her open toilet seat and began to poop directly onto his face. The warm, rancid smell filled his nostrils, and he gagged, trying desperately not to breathe in any of it. But the dominatrix seemed to take pleasure in his discomfort, pushing his face deeper into her filth until he finally gave up and closed his eyes, taking deep, shuddering breaths through his mouth.
When she was finally done, she stood up and admired her handiwork. The man's entire body was covered in shit, from his head to his toes. He looked like a walking toilet, and she couldn't wait to bring him to orgasm in his own filth.
With a sly smile, she grabbed his limp cock and began to stroke it slowly, watching as it hardened under her touch. Then, she bent down and took his cock into her mouth, sucking it deep and hard before alternating between blowjobs and titty fucks, rubbing his cock against her soiled tits.
The man moaned, his body responding to her touch even as his mind recoiled in horror at what was happening. He knew he should be pushing her away, but something about the way she made him feel...it was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Finally, his hips bucked violently, and he shot his load deep into her mouth. She kept sucking until every last drop had been drawn out, then released him with a satisfied smirk. "There now," she said softly, running a finger through the cum on her lips. "That wasn't so bad, was it? And you even enjoyed it a little."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the naked, shivering man lying in a pool of his own feces and cum. He couldn't believe what had just happened, but as he stared up at the ceiling, he couldn't deny the fact that he was hard again. He knew he was a toilet slave now, and there was no turning back.
