Scat and Piss Femdom - what would you like?

As my slave finished up the last bite of whatever delicious meal it was he had been consuming, he hesitantly looked up at me with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but shiver with excitement despite himself. I gave him a warm smile, my lips curling into a playful sneer as I leaned in closer to him.

"So, my little toilet slave," I purred, running my tongue across my full lips before pursing them again. "What would you like to drink?"

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his gaze darting between my face and the nearly empty food tray on the table. A small puddle of his own saliva had already started to form on the ground below it, but he didn't seem to notice or care about it at the moment. He licked his lips nervously before finally mustering the courage to speak.

"Umm," he stammered, "well... I was kind of hoping I could... have some of your special potion?" His cheeks reddened as he said it, but there was an undeniable hunger in his eyes that told me he was serious. He knew what it was that I drank, of course—the combination of my piss and scat that filled his body with both disgust and unbridled lust. And he wanted more than anything else in the world.

I couldn't help but laugh coldly at his response. "Oh really?" I said, arching an eyebrow at him. "And just how sure are you that you can handle any more of my special potion?"

He swallowed hard again, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm sure," he said quietly. "Please, Mistress. I need it."

I stood up abruptly then, towering over him as he cowered under my gaze. "Very well then," I said, my voice dripping with false sweetness. "If that's what you truly want... then come now, slave. Taste what your Mistress has prepared for you."

With that, I turned my back on him and made my way over to the toilet, opening my leg up wider for him to see what was waiting inside. He could clearly see my steaming pussy, still dripping with piss and coated in fresh shit, and his mouth began to water uncontrollably at the sight of it. Without another word, he pushed himself off of the floor and approached the toilet eagerly, kneeling down behind me before extending his tongue into my dripping hole.

I let out a contented sigh as I felt his tongue poking and prodding at my tight ass, causing my pussy to twitch with excitement as he lapped up every drop of my potent nectar that coated the inside of his mouth. After what felt like an eternity, I finally pulled my hanging pussy away from him and turned around, holding my hands out expectantly.

"Well?" I demanded impatiently. "Are you going to make me wait any longer for my answer?"

His eyes were glazed over with lust as he looked up at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, swallowing hard. "I am ready whenever you are."

I could feel my toes curl with excitement at the thought of what we were about to embark upon together. "In that case," I purred, walking back over to where he was kneeling on the floor. "You may drink now."

He jumped up at my command, eagerly kneeling before the tray of food products that were just moments ago in front of him. Picking up one of the smaller glasses that were laid out for him, he brought it carefully up to his lips, taking a small sip of the golden liquid inside before closing his eyes in ecstasy and tilting the glass back to drink more. It wasn't long before every last drop had been consumed, and he was gazing up at me with pleading eyes, begging for more.

"More?" I repeated teasingly, my eyebrow arched. "Are you sure you can handle any more, little one? Because this is your last chance."

Without waiting for an answer, I reached down and grabbed his head, forcing his mouth onto my pussy once more. He greedily drank deep once again, swallowing every drop of my potion that he could before finally pulling away with a satisfied moan.

"Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, tears of happiness and relief spilling down his cheeks. "That was amazing."

I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of pride at seeing him so completely under my control. "You are welcome, my slave," I replied, running my fingers through his hair affectionately. "Now go and clean yourself up, and don't forget to leave a small offering for the toilet next time you use it."

With that final command, I turned and walked away from him, leaving him on his hands and knees on the cold floor. As I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, I couldn't help but smile to myself. He was already anticipating their next meeting, and I could hardly wait to see what kind of offering he would bring next time he came crawling back to me.

I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes as I leaned up against the wall. It had been a long, hard day, but seeing the look of pure bliss on his face as he drank my potion had made it all worth it. He was mine now, body and soul, and there was no greater feeling in this world than knowing that you had complete control over another person. Smiling to myself, I made my way back to my own private quarters, eagerly anticipating our next encounter.