MISTRESS ISABELLA - 162.2 Hard SCAT

Mistress Isabella was a stunningly beautiful woman, and her slave Carlotta couldn't believe his luck that she had chosen him to serve her. He had always been fascinated by her, even when she was just a friend of a friend. Now, he was under her control, living for her every command. Today's command was one that Carlotta had been dreading for a while. Mistress Isabella had a preference for consuming human waste, and she wanted him to provide it for her. She called it "toilet slavery," and Carlotta felt his stomach churn as he thought about what was about to happen. As he entered the luxurious bathroom, he kneeled before her, his head bowed in submission. Mistress Isabella was sitting on the toilet, her perfect ass raised in the air, waiting for him. She nodded to the nearby bowl, and Carlotta knew what he had to do. With shaking hands, Carlotta undid his pants and lowered his underwear, revealing his cock to the cool air. He took a deep breath and grabbed it firmly, trying not to gag as he positioned himself over the toilet bowl. With a sudden jerk, he released his stream of urine into the bowl. Mistress Isabella watched him from behind, her eyes glinting with excitement. She slowly lowered her ass to the floor, taking his cock in one hand and guiding it towards her cute little ass. "Now, eat it all up, slave," she purred, releasing a soft, satisfying fart into the toilet bowl. Carlotta hesitated for a moment before leaning in, his face just inches away from her perfect ass. He could feel the warmth emanating from her skin, and the smell of her shit was almost overwhelming. But he knew he had no choice. This was what Mistress Isabella wanted, and he was here to serve her. Slowly, he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue against her tight little hole. He could feel the rough surface of his tongue rubbing against her sensitive skin, and he gagged as he tasted the mixture of her shit and piss in his mouth. But he forced himself to swallow, grimacing as he did so. Mistress Isabella moaned, her hips grinding against his face. "That's it, slave," she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. "Drink every last drop." Carlotta focused on her ass, determined to please her mistress no matter how much it sickened him. He lapped at her skin, pushing his tongue deeper into her hole, tasting the salty mixture that coated his tongue. He could feel her ass tighten around his face, the muscles contracting with pleasure as he performed his revolting task. Finally, Mistress Isabella released a long, satisfying shit, filling up the toilet bowl. She pushed herself away from Carlotta, her ass still gleaming with sweat from his efforts. "Very well done, slave," she said, a smile playing on her lips. "Now, clean up the mess you've made." With a shudder, Carlotta lifted the toilet brush and began to scrub the walls of the bowl, his stomach churning with revulsion. He couldn't believe he had just done that, but he knew there was no escaping Mistress Isabella's twisted desires. He would serve her, no matter how revolting the task might be.