Miss Medeas dirty store - A Huge Mess (Piss & Scat)

Miss Medea looked absolutely divine in her tight, shiny latex outfit. She knew it would drive her slave wild with desire - and disgust. Today was going to be a particularly challenging toilet training session for him. With a smirk, she led him over to the bathroom. "First things first," she purred, grabbing his head and forcing it into her armpit. He gagged slightly on her fragrance, but didn't resist as he knew better than to disobey his mistress. Moments later, he felt a hot stream of urine hit the back of his throat. "Drink it all up, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with cruel intent. He obeyed without question, swallowing every last drop of her golden nectar. Finishing, he coughed and sputtered as best he could while still maintaining eye contact with his mistress. It was clear that he craved more of her filth - and she intended to deliver in abundance. Next, Miss Medea filled a plate with warm, freshly-shat scat and handed it to him. "Time to clean up your act," she taunted, enjoying the sight of his revulsion as he eyed the pile of feces on the plate. "But Miss Medea," he managed to squeak out between strained gulps for air, "I - I'm not sure I can do this." The very thought of ingesting such a disgusting substance made him tremble with fear. "Oh, you'll do as you're told," she purred, grabbing his cock through his pants and giving it a firm squeeze. "Now eat your scat chocolate before I have to get rough with you." Hesitantly at first, he began to feed himself the fecal matter, forcing himself to swallow each bite as Miss Medea watched on, her eyes gleaming with delight at his tortured submission. He could feel the warmth of her scat spreading through his body, making him feel increasingly dirty and depraved. As if to add insult to injury, Miss Medea then moved behind him and began to wipe shit all over his body, smearing it across his abdomen, thighs, and chest. The stench was overpowering; he could barely stand it. "Look at you," she cackled, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "My little dirty piggy, covered head to toe in shit! Isn't it lovely?" He couldn't find the words to respond. All he could do was stand there, trembling in his own filth, waiting for her next command. And so it went on, repeatable cycle of humiliation and degradation until finally, Miss Medea grew tired of playing with him. With one last push, she sent him stumbling off the bed, leaving him there covered in a thick layer of her shit. "Clean yourself up," she spat. "I've got better things to do with my time." And with that, she disappeared, leaving him alone to wonder when - or if - she would return for more.