Chinese Scat Love - Black Dress Goddess POV Shits a Lot and All Stuck at the Slave Dogs Mouth

Written for Chinese scat lovers who enjoy Pov stories and slaves being used as toilets. Not suitable for squeamish individuals or people who don't find poop attractive. If any of these elements offend you, please don't read.

The Black Dress Goddess stood regally over her slave, a young man trembling in anticipation of her command. She wore a form-fitting black dress that accentuated her curvy figure, and a pair of black stilettos that added inches to her already impressive height. In her hand, she held a long black leash attached to the slave's collar.

Slowly, she walked around him, assessing his readiness. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she contemplated the delicious situation before her. Finally, she spoke: "Open your mouth wide." The slave quickly complied, and she drew back her foot, still wearing her shiny patent-leather stilettos. With a mischievous grin, she felt the warmth of his tongue against her skin, ensuring that he was ready for her.

Reaching beneath her voluminous black skirt, she grabbed a massive fistful of her sopping wet, steaming hot intestinal gases. The scent was potent and nauseating, but to her slave, it was a mixture of the most intoxicating perfumes and exotic aphrodisiacs. With great force, she thrust her fist forward, directly into the slave's eagerly awaiting mouth. He gagged reflexively as the putrid mass of shit filled his mouth, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he sucked it all in eagerly, worshipping the goddess's ass as if it were a sacred object.

The Black Dress Goddess chuckled darkly, feeling the power she held over her slave. She withdrew her hand and pushed her intestines further into his waiting maw, forcing him to take in even more of her filth. As her giant turd pressed against his throat, he felt his stomach churn with anticipation. He knew that she would send whatever she wanted down his throat, and he wouldn't be able to resist. He wasn't here to be free; he was here to serve his mistress, no matter how disgusting or humiliating the task might be.

With a cruel smile, she lowered herself onto a golden throne, an ornate toilet that gleamed in the dim light. "Please," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Join me, my pet." Reluctantly, the slave knelt beside the toilet, his face already filled with overflowing feces. He stared into her eyes, daring her to push him further, to make him absorb even more of her filth. And she did, one scoop at a time, until he was filled to bursting.

And still, she kept going. With deliciously sadistic glee, she forced her slave to swallow every last drop of her shit, holding nothing back. She watched with dark satisfaction as he struggled to keep from spilling it out onto the ground, his eyes filled with confusion and desire. This was what it meant to be owned, to be used as nothing more than a living toilet. And somehow, he found himself reveling in the filth and humiliation, knowing that it was all for the glory of his Black Dress Goddess.

Finally, she released him, allowing him to collapse in a pool of his own vomit and feces. "Clean yourself up," she commanded, pointing downwards with her foot. The slave slowly raised his head, staring into her gleaming black high-heels, knowing that they could send him tumbling back into the depths of filth at any moment. But for now, he was hers, and he would do as he was told. Even if it meant wallowing in his own excrement for eternity.

And so, the Black Dress Goddess and her slave continued their twisted dance of power and submission, each relishing in the humiliation and filth that defined their relationship. They were bound together by their shared love of degradation and excess, creating a world where shame and pleasure were intertwined like never before.