Mystress T - HUMILIATING MY SCAT BITCH!!!

Mystress T was sitting on her golden throne, wearing a long, ornate black dress that hugged her curves perfectly. She surveyed her toilet slave, who was kneeling before her, his eyes fixed on her shiny black high heels. His heart raced in anticipation of what was to come. He knew that when Mystress T wanted to play with him, it always meant one thing: she was going to treat him like the filthy scat bitch he truly was.

With a wicked smile, she gestured for him to open wide. He did as he was told, his lips parting obediently to reveal his dirty, gap-toothed mouth. He could smell the acrid stench of shit coming from Mystress T's ass, and he knew that any moment now, she would be filling his mouth with her precious poop. His cock, already hard from anticipation, twitched in excitement.

Mystress T leaned forward, her breasts almost brushing against his lips as she lowered herself onto the floor of the bathroom. He felt her warm, supple ass come to rest just above his face, and he knew what was about to happen. With a sigh of pleasure, she released a hot, steaming log of shit into his waiting mouth. It was still warm from her ass, and it tasted of sweetness and decay.

But the humiliation was just beginning. Despite his best efforts to spit it out, Mystress T shoved her hand into his mouth, forcing the turd back down his throat. She pushed and prodded, making sure he got every last morsel of her shit. She continued to fill his mouth with more of her fresh hot shit, until he thought he couldn't take anymore. But still, she kept coming.

Finally, when she was satisfied that he had swallowed enough, she stepped away from him. He looked up at her, saliva dripping from his mouth, eyes full of pleading. She smiled cruelly and raised her foot high into the air, extending her shit-covered heel towards his face. "Now," she purred, "it's time to really make you my scat bitch."

With a force that shocked even him, Mystress T shoved her filthy foot into his mouth. He felt the softness of her stockings against his tongue, the hardness of her heel grinding against his teeth. She leaned forward, putting all her weight on him, and he felt himself being crushed under the pressure of her foot in his mouth. He gagged and choked on the overwhelming stench of her shit, but she didn't stop. She held her foot there, pushing deeper and deeper, until he thought he would strangle on the odor of it all.

Finally, with a victorious grin, she pulled her foot out of his mouth. She stood over him, watching as he struggled to catch his breath, and she knew that he had been properly humiliated. "There now, my scat bitch," she whispered softly, running her fingers through his hair. "That wasn't so bad, was it? I'll be back soon to see if you've learned your lesson." And with that, she turned and left him there, a filthy, shit-covered mess, alone with his thoughts and his dark desires.