As I arrived at Miss Flowers' luxurious mansion, my anticipation grew. I had been invited by her before, but this time I sensed something special was in store. She was known for her eccentricities, and one of them was her interest in scat play. My toilet slave, Jack, was already there, eagerly awaiting his mistress's arrival.
The moment Miss Flowers walked through the door, I could tell she was in a hurry. Her normally immaculate appearance was slightly disheveled, and she was breathing heavily. "Oh, there you are," she said, seeming relieved to see me. "I have to use your toilet immediately." Without further ado, she motioned for me to follow her into the bathroom.
As we entered, I noticed that Jack was already lying on the floor as per Miss Flowers' instructions. His eyes were fixed on her, filled with both fear and excitement. She smiled softly at him before turning to me. "I hope you don't mind if he watches," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I shook my head, trying to appear nonchalant. After all, this was part of the deal, wasn't it? Jack was there to serve as Miss Flowers' toilet slave. She walked over to him, leaning down so that her lips were inches away from his ears. "You know what to do," she purred. Jack nodded vigorously, his face flushed with anticipation.
Miss Flowers then turned to me. "Would you mind lying down as well?" she asked, gesturing towards the floor. I found myself doing as she said, unable to resist her commanding presence. She knelt between us, her dark eyes fixing on Jack.
Without further preamble, she placed one hand on his forehead, pushing it gently down towards her crotch. He obediently began to lick her clean, his tongue exploring every inch of her intimate regions. As he did so, she let out a faint moan of pleasure.
Suddenly, Miss Flowers stood up, her face pale. "I really need to use your toilet now," she said, her voice strained. Without waiting for a response, she turned and straddled Jack's face. I could see the urgency in her eyes as she lowered herself onto him, engulfing his head in her soft folds.
Within seconds, she let out a loud gasp, followed by a long, slow stream of warm pee. It dripped down Jack's chin, mixing with his saliva as he eagerly swallowed every drop. Then, she began to move rhythmically, her body sliding up and down his face as she shat onto him.
The first turd was small but surprisingly soft. Jack's eyes widened in surprise as it landed on his tongue. He eagerly swallowed it down, his face contorted in ecstasy. As Miss Flowers continued to defecate on him, the turds became larger and more robust, but they remained surprisingly easy to chew and swallow.
Each time he finished swallowing, Miss Flowers would reward him with another long, slow stream of hot piss. The combination of her urine and feces filled his mouth, coating his tongue and teeth with their earthy flavors. Despite the unorthodox nature of their encounter, Jack seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Miss Flowers stood up, a satisfied smile on her face. She wiped her hands on a nearby towel and turned to me. "I hope you don't mind," she said, her voice quivering slightly. "Your toilet slave is so good at what he does."
I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination, horror, and arousal. This was definitely unlike anything I had ever experienced before. As Miss Flowers walked out of the bathroom, I could hear Jack sobbing in gratitude for being allowed to serve her in such a humiliating yet erotic way.
I knew then that this wasn't just about scat play or toilet humiliation. This was about connecting on a deep, primal level – about giving and receiving pleasure in ways that most people could never even imagine. And as I watched Jack clean up the mess that Miss Flowers had left behind, I realized that for him, there was simply no greater joy.
