Part 2: Toilet Slaves Scatology - Mistress Trains Her Slave to Enjoy Her Bodily Wastes!
As her ass muscles relaxed, the mistress felt another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She leaned forward slightly, propping herself up on her elbows so she could really get a good view of her slave's reaction. His eyes were wide with fear and anticipation, but there was something else there too – an almost desperate longing that made her heart race with excitement.
"Take a deep breath, my little toilet slave," she purred, leaning down closer to his trembling form. "This is going to be really, really good."
With that, she released a loud, juicy fart onto his upturned face. The stench was overwhelming, a potent mix of rotten eggs and raw sewage that made his eyes water. But despite the initial surprise, he didn't flinch away. Instead, he breathed in deeply, savoring the putrid aroma that filled his nostrils and coated his tongue.
"That's it, slave," she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. "Drink it in... enjoy it."
She grinned as she saw the mixture of disgust and arousal on his face. She knew this was just the beginning – there would be much more filth and degradation to come.
Satisfied with his response, she climbed off his stricken form and stood up, letting out another long, gassy sigh. She admired herself in the mirror, taking in her naked body with a sense of pride and ownership. Her once-perfect figure was now smeared with shit and piss, but to her eyes it was beautiful.
"Lick me clean, toilet slave," she said, turning back to face him. "Every last bit of it."
Obediently, the slave got back on his hands and knees, lowering his head to begin the slow, steady task of cleaning his mistress's dirty body. He licked and sucked at her slimy skin, savoring the salty tang of perspiration and the musky scent of her sex. She watched him from the side of the tub as he worked, his tongue darting in and out eagerly, his eyes fixed on hers in silent supplication.
"Good boy," she purred, stroking his hair tenderly. "Keep it up and maybe I'll let you taste my ass next time."
As he continued his ministrations, she moved over to the toilet and let out a long, loud sigh. It was time for her to relieve herself again. She settled herself comfortably onto the seat, relaxing every muscle in her body as she prepared for the sweet release of her bowels.
The slave watched in horror and fascination as his mistress began to shit – huge, pungent turds that splattered into the water beneath the toilet with a loud, wet plopping sound. But he didn't turn away or flinch. Instead, he inched closer, his nose practically pressed against the sweaty folds of her cunt as he waited for his turn to be covered in filth.
When she finally finished, she sat back on the toilet seat and released a satisfied sigh. Then, with a devious grin, she leaned forward and began to pee directly onto his face once more. The hot, sticky rivulets of her urine streamed down his cheeks and into his open mouth, causing him to shiver with a mixture of pleasure and disgust.
"That's perfect, slave," she purred, climbing out of the tub. "Now it's time for your treat."
She walked back over to the table, where a small plate sat waiting. On it was a shiny black beetle, squirming feebly in the air. It was her latest pet – a cockroach, specially trained to crawl into her ass and mate with her. She grinned, holding the insect up for him to see. It was their special moment, just the two of them, sharing something truly depraved and degrading.
"Open wide, slave," she whispered. "It's time for dessert."
