After many failed attempts to find someone willing to spoil me with their scat, I finally met Amanda. A beautiful, yet mysterious woman who seemed to understand my desires. We began seeing each other in secret, at her secluded mansion tucked away from civilization, where she would satisfy my darkest needs. One day, while indulging in our twisted rituals, she suggested I train another woman to join us. A woman who she knew was just as depraved as us. A woman who's scat could match mine - my wife!
At first, I was horrified. The thought of my pure and innocent wife being tarnished with such filth sent chills down my spine. However, with Amanda's persuasive words, I agreed to hear her out. She explained that this would be for me, our twisted little secret. Over the next few weeks, under Amanda's guidance, I began training my wife on how to properly consume and produce the perfect scat. It wasn't easy; there were tears, arguments, and even disgust. But under Amanda's strict supervision, my wife was transforming into the perfect toilet slave.
One fateful day, the time had come. Amanda and I arrived at our usual secluded spot, eager to test our newest toy. As we waited, both nervous and excited, there were knocks at the door. Amanda opened it slowly, revealing my wife, a nervous smile plastered on her face. She hesitated for a moment before entering, looking between us both with confused eyes. "She's ready," whispered Amanda seductively as she closed the door behind her.
My heart pounded as I led my wife towards the bathroom where our games usually took place. The scent of excrement filled the air as Amanda began preparing the scene; setting up a table with various dishes of scat, toys, and a high heel. My cock twitched in anticipation as my wife slowly approached the table. Amanda's hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her wetness. "Do you want this?" she whispered into her ear. My wife nodded hesitantly.
With shaking hands, she picked up the first dish filled with my freshly produced scat. The sight was almost too much for me to bear; I couldn't believe it was my own wife participating in this perversion. She brought it to her lips slowly, eyes darting between mine and Amanda's. With a deep breath, she opened her mouth and let the disgusting substance flow into her. I watched in awe as she swallowed every last bit, choking back bubbles of nausea.
As each dish was consumed, I saw a change in her - a newfound desire consuming her mind. She became more comfortable with each passing second, eventually begging for more. Her eyes met mine with an ember of lust, and for the first time, I understood her need. Amanda smiled, revealing her own disgustingly beautiful set of teeth stained yellow from our sessions. "See? She was made for this."
Together, they pushed me further into the realms of depravity. We experimented with different toys, positions, and techniques to make sure my scat was the only one she'd ever crave. Each time she overwhelmed Amanda or me with the intensity of her scents, they would praise her, telling her she was their perfect little toilet slave. It was exhilarating and disgusting all at once. By the end of the night, my wife had proven herself worthy.
I left her there with Amanda, both liquefied with pleasure and satisfaction. As I drove home late that night, my mind wandering to everything that had just occurred, a small part of me wondered if I had crossed a line. Yet, as I fell asleep to the familiar scent of my wife's ass on my pillowcase, I knew this was what I needed. My wife had become another one of our disgusting little secrets - one I couldn't live without.
The next morning, she presented herself to me, eyes glistening with excitement. She smiled hesitantly before dropping to her knees and presenting her disgusting, smelly ass. Without hesitation, I plunged my cock deep inside her, filling her with filth once more. As we coupled, I knew we'd entered into a new realm of darkness together.
