Scat Dynasty - Mistress Kangs Human Toilet

Mistress Kang, the reigning queen of Scat Dynasty, gazed down at her pathetic human toilet with disdain. This slave had been at her beck and call for years, performing every humiliating task she demanded of him. Today was no different; indeed, it was going to be a particularly nasty day for him. She slowly removed her expensive - yet filthy - panties, revealing her pussy, which was already damp with excitement. Her asshole was tightly puckered as well, anticipating the hard cock she would soon force inside. Without further ado, she extended her foot and gave the slave's beautiful face a vigorous kick, sending him sliding across the floor in a pool of his own filth. "On your knees, toilet!" Mistress Kang commanded, her voice icy and in control. The slave crawled back to her, his eyes locked on her shapely ass as she wiggled it enticingly above him. He felt his cock begin to stir in anticipation of what was to come, despite the despicable taste of his own piss in his mouth from only moments ago. "Open wide, toilet. It's time for your mistress to relieve herself." As if in a trance, the slave parted his lips and extended his tongue, his stomach churning with both fear and arousal. He braced himself as Mistress Kang positioned the head of her shapely weapon just above his gaping mouth. "Oh, and don't you dare cum, toilet. I haven't finished with you yet." Her words sent shivers down the slave's spine. But before he could react, she lowered herself slowly onto his face, her cum-blocked asshole pressing firmly against his tongue. She moaned in delight as he lapped at her tight ring and she reveled in the power she held over him. With that, Mistress Kang began to issue a steady stream of golden nectar onto the eager slave's face, eyes, and open mouth. He gagged on the intense flavor, but also couldn't help but savor it, knowing that it was the essence of his mistress. She continued to piss all over him until she was finally satisfied and rose off of him once more. "Clean yourself up, toilet." The slave looked up at her, his face and body covered in her piss, and nodded wordlessly. As he did as he was told, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of gratitude towards his mistress for allowing him to partake in such a depraved act. It was a strange form of love, he thought, knowing that for today - and most likely tomorrow - she would continue to degrade and humiliate him until he was nothing more than a worthless human toilet for her amusement.