Dea Samantha - My Newest Scat Slave

Dea Samantha smiled as she walked into the dimly lit room, her eye catching onto the figure bound to a wooden chair in the center. The smell of excrement filled the air, but it only served to heighten her sense of anticipation. She was eager to see if her newest scat slave would live up to her high standards - and by the looks of it, he was certainly willing.

Samantha took a moment to survey her surroundings, taking in the various toys and tools spread out on a nearby table. She picked up a silver spoon, catching the soft light glinting off its surface. It was just one of many items she would use to force her new pet to perform degustation-style, a process that involved taking small, exquisite bites of her shit.

She walked over to the chair and stood before her slave, her mouth watering at the thought of what was about to transpire. With a wordless command, she motioned for him to open his mouth, and he eagerly complied. His tongue flickered out, wetting his lips in anticipation of her first offering.

Samantha smiled, leaning down close to his face so that their breath mingled. "Open wide," she purred, her voice low and sultry. The slave's mouth opened wider, and she could see the glistening saliva pooling at the back of his throat. She raised the silver spoon high above her head, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

With one swift movement, she brought the spoon down, letting a small mound of her fresh, warm shit slide off the metal edge and into his waiting mouth. The slave's eyes rolled back in his head, a low moan escaping his lips as he savored the texture and taste of his mistress's feces.

Samantha watched intently as he worked the shit around in his mouth, lapping up every last bit of it. She grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing his head back to expose his face. "Swallow," she commanded. "And don't you dare spill a drop."

The slave closed his eyes, swallowing hard as he felt the heat of her shit sliding down his throat. When he opened his eyes again, he found Samantha staring down at him with a predatory gleam in her eye. She raised the silver spoon once more, letting the remaining shit drip onto the slave's tongue, then down his throat.

Samantha circled around behind the chair, feeling the warm, soft mass of her shit pressing against his tongue. She trailed her fingers along his neck, her nails digging into his flesh even as he moaned in ecstasy. Without warning, she grabbed his head and forced his mouth wide open, watching as he struggled not to choke on her hard, hot turd.

When she finally pulled away, she was beaming with pride. Her new slave had proven himself more than worthy of the title she had bestowed upon him - he was a true scat slut, his body aching for her next offering. "Well done, my little pet," she purred, walking back to the table to retrieve another tool. "You'll make a fine addition to my collection."

As the night wore on, the room gradually filled with the sounds of wet slurping and smacking lips. Each mouthful of Samantha's shit was savored and swallowed with unbridled pleasure by her newest scat slave, who had finally found his true calling in life.