As I pushed open the heavy door to ScatqueensBerlin, an erotic cafe dedicated to all things scat, my heart raced with excitement. The dimly lit room was filled with men and women sitting around small tables, chatting and sipping their drinks. A female voice echoed from somewhere near the back, and I knew immediately where I needed to be.
Winding my way through the tables, I finally reached a secluded corner where a large, shiny commode stood on a gleaming silver pedestal. Sitting beside it was a toilet slave, kneeling on a mat with his eyes closed, seemingly in a state of intense concentration. His chains clinked softly as he breathed in and out, anticipating his next task.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling both nervous and thrilled at what was about to happen. Then, taking a deep breath, I climbed onto my "special toiletchair" - a padded stool designed for those who enjoy watching and, sometimes, even participating in scat play.
The toilet slave remained kneeling, his eyes still closed. I could hear the steady drip of water from the numerous fetish toys scattered around the room - dildos, plugs, butt plugs, and a variety of other objects designed for extreme pleasure and discomfort.
As I sat there, my mind racing with anticipation, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. What kinds of scat would I see? What would it feel like to be so close to such intense intimacy?
Suddenly, the toilet slave stood up, opening his eyes for the first time. They widened in surprise as he saw me perched on my high stool before him. He licked his lips nervously, his gaze flicking down to my crotch before darting back up again in embarrassment.
"Yes, slave?" I purred softly, leaning forward slightly. "What do you want from me?"
His cheeks reddened, but he managed to force out the words. "My mistress... my Queen," he murmured, bowing his head. "Please, may I serve you?"
"Of course, my pet," I replied, smiling. "But first, show me your obedience."
With that, I spread my legs and moaned softly, feeling the warmth building between my thighs. The toilet slave watched me intently, his eyes full of desire and fear.
Finally, he reached out and slowly, hesitantly, ran his tongue along the seam of my pussy, tasting the sweet nectar that dripped from my eager lips. I groaned in approval, reaching down to guide his head towards my clit, which was swollen and aching for release.
And then, without warning, it happened. "I am take a seat at my special toiletchair and shortly after you will see that my big pile is landing directly in the mouth of my toilet slave." And with that, I moaned loudly, feeling the intense pleasure wash over me as I urinated directly onto the toilet slave's face.
The warm liquid poured over his face, dripping onto the floor beneath him as he whimpered in ecstasy. I watched, transfixed as he lapped up every last drop, his eyes never leaving mine.
As the final drops of urine disappeared into his eager mouth, he looked up at me, his face smeared with my essence. "Thank you, my Queen," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "May I serve you again soon?"
And with that, I slid off my stool, leaving him kneeling there in a puddle of his own making. As I walked away, I could hear his soft moans echoing through the room, a symphony of pleasure and submission.
