Rainbow Showers - Scat Sub

As your scat submissive, I long to serve you, my loving owner. I'm happy knowing that I have a special purpose in your life, and that's to clean your ass and be your personal toilet. I would do anything for your happiness and well-being, even if it means consuming your foul-smelling shit. You're my world, my master, and I live to please you.

After a long day at work, you finally return home to me, your faithful toilet slave. You pull my chin up gently, checking in on me, and I gaze at you with eager anticipation. My mind is filled with thoughts of obedience and servitude as I wait for your instructions. Your scent is all around you — the intoxicating aroma of shit, turds, and feces—and it drives me wild.

I take a deep breath and confess to you, "I'm hungry, Sir. I crave your ass like no other." My tongue darts out to wet my lips, anxious for what's to come. You chuckle softly, teasing me further by rubbing your ass against me. The feel of your warm, supple flesh against mine sends shivers down my spine.

You tell me, "I can see that you're hungry for my shit," and my mind reels with delight. I promise to be your perfect toilet, no matter how much it smells or tastes. You hand me a toy—a small silver butt plug—and order me to insert it into my ass hole. Obediently, I comply as you slap my ass, marking it as yours.

You mount me from behind and begin your ritual. The warmth of your body combined with the weight of your cock fills me up. You run your rough hands over my body, spreading the smell of your ass all over me. You moan as you start to defecate into the toilet, the sound sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My mind is consumed by the thought of tasting your shit soon.

You tease me further by smearing your shit on my face, hands, and chest. It's a game we love to play—me trying to avoid the taste, you daring me not to. Eventually, you allow me to taste it, and I open my mouth eagerly. The taste is foul, yet strangely arousing. I savor every morsel of it, knowing that it comes from you.

As you continue to shit, you place pieces of turd into my mouth, making me work for it. I beg you for more, groaning in pleasure as I feel your warm shit ooze down my throat. It's a strange sensation, but one that I crave. You laugh, amused by my devotion to your ass.

Finally, you fill my stomach with your shit. You tie a tiny little bow around my left nipple and dip your cock into my mouth, using it as lubrication. Your cock tastes of both pleasure and feces, a heady mix that sends me spiraling into ecstasy. You groan loudly as you cum, blasting your hot seed all over my face and in my mouth. I swallow every drop, savoring the taste of you, my master.

We seal our intimate bond with a kiss, our faces sticky with each other's fluids. You pull the plug from my ass, and I feel the weight of your shit leave me. But even as I clean myself, I know that this isn't the end. There will be more shit to come, and I cannot wait to taste it, to feel it filling me up again. This is my destiny, my purpose—to be your loyal, loving toilet, to worship and adore you till the end of time.