Dea Samantha - Shit Feeding in mouth of new toilet slave💩

It was a warm summer day as I welcomed my new toilet slave into my home. He was a young man, just desperate for any semblance of human connection. He had heard of my notoriety for indulging in scat play and was eager to please me. I dressed him up in a humiliating outfit, complete with a diaper and pacifier, before leading him to my bathroom.

I sat on the toilet seat, gazing down at him with a malicious grin. "Now then, slave," I purred. "Time for your first lesson in being my toilet slave." I didn't wait for him to respond before I leaned over, placing my perfect ass directly above his hungry mouth.

Slowly, I began to take a shit. It wasn't the biggest or most intimidating one I'd ever taken, but it was enough to make him squirm in anticipation. I watched as his eyes grew wide with nervous anticipation as he realized what was about to happen.

I gave him a gentle nudge, encouraging him to open his mouth. "Clean my ass," I commanded, and he complied without hesitation. The moment my poop touched his tongue, his entire body shuddered in pleasure. He moaned around my ass cheek, savoring the taste of my freshly-made shit.

I continued to take my time, pushing more and more shit into his eagerly-awaiting mouth. He gobbled it up like it was the most delicious meal he'd ever had. His face was red and covered in spit as he struggled to get every last bite of my shit. And all the while, his cock throb, growing harder and harder with each mouthful he took.

Finally, I was satisfied. I pulled my ass from his face, leaving a trail of sticky saliva and drool behind. "Good boy," I praised him, before standing up and turning to face him. "Now, do you want more?" I smirked, knowing the answer before he even spoke.

Without hesitation, he crawled towards me, reaching up to grab my ass cheeks. "Yes, Mistress," he moaned, his eyes filled with lust and devotion. "Please, feed me your delicious shit again." And so, we continued like this for hours, me taking shit after shit and him eagerly cleaning up every last drop. It wasn't long before he was completely covered in my shit, from head to toe, but he never once complained. In fact, he begged for more.

It was clear that my new toilet slave had truly found his calling. I continued to use him as my personal toilet, letting him clean up every mess I made. And as for him? He couldn't have been happier. He was mine, completely and utterly, and he wouldn't have it any other way.