As the evening sun began to set, ScatqueensBerlin, a premier dominatrix service in the city, welcomed their newest client, a once-powerful businessman who had fallen on hard times. He was led into a lavish room filled with an array of BDSM toys and outfits, his eyes widening in awe at the sight before him. The dominatrix in charge, Mistress Michelle, wore a commanding latex suit that hugged her curves, revealing hardly any skin. She stood over her subordinate, Lady Missy, who wore a short black dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure.
"This is the package, slave," Mistress Michelle said, handing him a box adorned with a golden poo emoji. "You will kneel before it and show your utmost respect." The businessman nervously obeyed, kneeling on the hardwood floor as Mistress Michelle and Lady Missy took their seats on a plush sofa.
"The contents of this box are of great importance," Mistress Michelle continued. "You will not only serve it but also consume it with pleasure. Now, crawl to the kitchen." The businessman did as he was told, feeling his face flush with shame as his stomach churned at the thought of what lay ahead.
Upon reaching the kitchen, Lady Missy was already there, waiting for him. She opened the box to reveal something that made his breath hitch - a freshly made shit sandwich, still steaming from the oven. Mistress Michelle clapped slowly, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You see, slave? My dear Lady Missy here has prepared a delicacy for us." She chuckled darkly.
Lady Missy took the sandwich and placed it on the table as instructed before turning back to the businessman. With a neutral expression, she gestured for him to crawl back to the main room where they were seated on the sofa. He did so, feeling the cool tile under his palms contrast with the warmth radiating off his face.
As he reached their side, Mistress Michelle took out a pair of gardening gloves from a drawer and handed them to Lady Missy. "Go outside and fetch some ingredients from the herb garden," she commanded. Nodding her head once in understanding, Lady Missy slipped on the gloves and left the room through a French door leading to a lush garden filled with exotic plants.
Once alone, Mistress Michelle leaned in closer to the businessman, her breath hot against his ear. "This might be the hardest part for you, slave," she whispered huskily, running a manicured nail down his cheek. "You must show true devotion to your Mistress's needs, no matter how filthy they may be. Understand?" He nodded frantically, unable to speak.
When Lady Missy returned, she had a bowl filled with various leaves and herbs clutched in her gloved hands. She placed the bowl on the table in front of the shit sandwich as Mistress Michelle explained their next steps. "You will mix these into the sandwich," she instructed him, "and when it is thoroughly combined, you will kneel before the table and present the entire package to us."
Trembling, the businessman took a deep breath and began removing his gloves as if in a trance. As he picked up the sandwich, a warm, acrid smell wafted up from it, making his stomach roil. Slowly, he obeyed, taking the leaves and herbs from Lady Missy and incorporating them into the sandwich until it was a dark, malodorous mess. Satisfied with his work, he placed it back on the table and knelt beside it, head bowed in submission.
With a satisfied look on her face, Mistress Michelle reached out and patted him on the head. "Very good, slave," she purred. "Now, present your masterpiece to us." He trembled as he picked up the now-repulsive creation, raising it slowly above his head before placing it before them on the table.
A look of anticipation crossed Mistress Michelle's face as she took a long, steady breath. Suddenly, she leaned forward and bit into it, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. Slowly but surely, she began chewing - eagerly swallowing each bite. The businessman watched, frozen in place, as she seemed to enjoy every moment of it. Finally, she finished and wiped her mouth with a silk napkin.
Feeling emboldened by her response, Lady Missy reached out and grabbed a handful of the mixture from the dish. To his horror, she proceeded to apply it to her own lips, smearing it around before licking her fingers clean. The look in her eyes was unreadable as she surveyed her handiwork.
The businessman couldn't believe the turn of events as they slowly approached him - one on either side. They pressed their bodies against him, grinding their hips suggestively as they began singing an erotic tune about scat and dominance, the melody echoing through the room. For the rest of the day and well into the night, they alternated between feasting on the foul creation and using him for their perverse pleasure. When the night ended, he collapsed onto his bed, exhausted yet still aroused by the unforgettable experience.
As the new day dawned, he realized that this was just the beginning of his transformation into ScatqueensBerlin's ultimate scat slave. He knew that he would forever be indebted to them, his mind and body now completely under their control. Yet despite this darkness, there was an undeniable thrill that came with serving his mistresses in such a degrading yet exhilarating manner. And so, he awaited their next instruction with bated breath.
