Chinese Scat Love - Cruel Mistress POV Pees Holy Water onto the Face of the Toilet Slave Stick with Toilet Paper while S

Cruel Mistress POV: *I looked down upon my pathetic toilet slave. He was nothing but a worthless piece of shit, and I was determined to make him feel even dirtier. He groveled before me, his eyes wide with fear as he watched me approach. I couldn't help but chuckle. This was too easy.*

Reaching down, I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face up towards mine. "Look at me, slave," I growled. "I am your goddess, and you will worship me as such." He nodded desperately, tears streaming down his face. Oh how satisfying this was going to be.

I took my time walking around him, savoring the taste of power that coursed through my veins. "You see this toilet, slave?" I asked, gesturing to the porcelain throne behind me. "You are going to clean it with your tongue, every inch of it. And when you're done, you'll eat my shit as if it were the finest delicacy in the world." His face contorted in disgust, but he didn't dare dare disobey me.

I turned to face him once more, a glint of mischief in my eye. "But first, I have something special planned for you—something truly divine." Reaching behind me, I grabbed a bottle of "holy water" that I'd prepared earlier. I scoffed at the thought of it having any real divine power—it was just a bottle of piss from my last liaison—but it would do the trick here.

Holding the bottle above his head, I slowly uncapped it and let a single drop fall onto his forehead. "Holy water," I whispered, savoring the look of terror that crossed his face. "You are now purified by my divine pee, slave." I chuckled darkly as another drop fell onto his cheek, and then another. He tried to shrink away, but I held him in place with my gaze and my grip on his hair.

Finally, I lowered the bottle and began pouring the rest of the "holy water" down onto his face, letting it drip onto his exposed chest and stomach. "Drink up, slave," I taunted. "It's all for your own good." He whimpered but made no move to drink any of the piss that now coated him from head to toe.

I had other uses for him though. "Bend over, slave," I commanded. "And let me show you how much I truly despise you." As he did as he was told, I stepped on him with all my might, grinding my stiletto heel into his backside and causing him to cry out in pain. "You think this is bad, slave?" I hissed. "Just wait until I'm finished with you."

With that, I turned my attention back to the filthy toilet that awaited my slave's tongue. "Clean it," I said with a sneer. "And when I'm done using you, you better have made it shine." The look of revulsion on his face was almost enough to make me laugh out loud. This was going to be a day—or rather, an eternity—that he would never forget. Him, and his goddess, Cruel Mistress POV.

*By the time I was done with him, my toilet slave was a broken man. I left him there, still trembling and quaking in fear, as I wiped myself with a fresh piece of toilet paper. It had been an exhilarating experience, one that I knew I would revisit time and time again. After all, who could resist the feeling of being worshipped while treating someone else like trash?*

*As for my slave, he remained in his position long after I'd left, buried under a mountain of shame and humiliation. He knew that there was no escape from his fate—from now on, he would live out his days as nothing more than a disgusting example of what happens when one crosses Cruel Mistress POV.*