Chinese Scat Love - Slave Boy POV Humiliated with Shits Covering His Eyes, Washing Face with Golden Shower and Sleeping

I am a slave boy, bound and helpless under the control of my mistress. She is Chinese and she loves playing cruel games with me, her personal toilet slave. Tonight, she has something particularly degrading planned for me. She has tied a tight black ball gag around my mouth, making it impossible for me to protest or beg for mercy. The stench of her farts fills the room as she prepares me for her shameful pleasure.

First, she forced me onto all fours, my ass lifted high in the air, exposed and vulnerable. With a look of pure malice in her eyes, she used her chopsticks to violently prod and scratch my tight asshole, making me squirm in pain and fear. Then, as if sensing my growing desperation, she loosened her grip on my assail and allowed a warm stream of piss to wash over me, soaking my skin and filling my mouth with the bitter taste of her urine.

Finally, she turned her attention to my face, pulling my head back by my hair until I could feel my spine crackling under the strain. She laughed maniacally as she shoved a long, hard turd into my mouth, forcing me to swallow it whole. Then, she leaned close and whispered cruelly in my ear: "Now it's time for you to clean up my shit."

With that, she climbed onto the throne and began to take a long, lazy dump. The stench was overpowering, but I couldn't move away. I was trapped, my body frozen in place by the woman's twisted pleasure. As she laughed and enjoyed herself, I could feel the warm splatter of her feces hitting my face and body. Tears of humiliation streamed down my cheeks, but still I was unable to move or resist in any way.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally finished. She pulled the remaining turds from her asshole and with a sneer, shoved them into my mouth, one after the other. Then, she walked over to me, her lithe body glistening with sweat and filth. She reached down and spread open the cheeks of her once-beautiful ass, exposing the tight pink pucker of her anus. With a malicious glint in her eyes, she challenged me: "Do you want to taste some more?"

I shook my head violently, feeling my body trembling with fear and disgust. But still, she leaned close and whispered wickedly: "Don't worry, slave boy. I know just how to make you clean my shit perfectly. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath..."

As I felt the warmth of her breath on my face, I knew that I was in for a treat that would be both humiliating and disgusting. She grabbed a handful of her shit from beneath her ass and smeared it over my closed eyes, smiling evilly as she did so. "Now, slave boy, it's time for you to wash my face with your tongue."

Her voice was cold and mocking, but there was no resistance left in me. I knew that if I didn't obey, she would only make things worse for me. So, I leaned forward and extended my tongue, trembling with fear as I tried to push it closer to her filthy opening.

She laughed wickedly as she felt the movement. "Yes, slave boy," she hissed. "Taste my shit. Savor it. And then clean my face so that I can be ready for bed."

With that, she leaned back and waited for me to finish my task. I could feel the warmth of her shit on my face, the bitter tang of it in my mouth. But still, I had no choice but to obey. Slowly, I extended my tongue again, probing deeper into her asshole until I felt the coolness of her skin against my tongue.

I began to move my tongue back and forth, wiping away the remnants of her shit from her skin. It was an intimate and humiliating task, one that felt like it would never end. But eventually, after what seemed like hours, I felt her pushing my head away. "That's enough, slave boy," she said, her voice still mocking and cruel.

She stood up and walked over to her toilet, where she flushed the remaining filth down the bowl. As she did so, I could feel the coolness of the water on my face, washing away the remaining traces of her shit. Then, with a last glance of satisfaction, she turned and left the room, leaving me there to clean up the mess she had made.

I collapsed onto the cold floor, my body shaking with exhaustion and disgust. But even as I did so, I knew that this was just the beginning of another long night of degradation and humiliation at the hands of my cruel mistress. And even as I cursed her for what she had done to me, I also knew that there was no escape from her twisted pleasure...no matter how much it hurt or how much it shamed me.