Mistress Charlotte - Humiliation, Pissing, Scat

Mistress Charlotte watched with disdain as her latest slave crawled towards her, his pathetic cock and balls chained and tugged by a small collar around his neck. She picked up a champagne flute from her golden tray and took a sip, savoring the bubbly liquid as she looked down at the wretch before her.

You truly are a sad excuse for a man, she thought to herself. Here you are, on your knees in front of me, ready to do anything I ask, and yet you can't even satisfy me completely. You think paying me to treat you like this makes you less of a failure? You couldn't be more wrong.

With a swift kick to the slave's ribcage, Mistress Charlotte sent him sprawling to the ground. "Get up, you pathetic excuse for a human being," she commanded. He struggled to stand, his face red with humiliation as he attempted to look her in the eyes. "Now, beg me to use your cock."

The slave hesitated for only a moment before forcing the words out. "Please, Mistress Charlotte, let me feel your pussy on my tongue," he whimpered. She smirked, amused yet unimpressed by his efforts. With a flick of her wrist, she sent him sprawling once again, this time into a pile of excrement. "That's what you are," she said, stomping her foot in disgust, "a worthless piece of shit."

Mistress Charlotte walked over to a silver bucket filled with fresh water and dipped her fingers inside. She smeared the cool liquid across the slave's face, relishing in the look of horror on his face as he tasted both the water and the filth it had touched. "Now, why don't you do something useful for once?" she asked. "Clean yourself up, and when you're done... clean up the mess you made as well."