Scat-Girls - Dianas Idea of Shitting Part2

Diana looked down on her toilet slave, seeing him eagerly licking up every drop of liquid and solid waste that she had just dumped into the toilet bowl. She watched as he slurped it up, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt a rush of power course through her veins. This was what she had been looking for - a willing participant in her twisted fantasies, someone who would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved or demeaning.

Smiling to herself, Diana reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling his face close to hers. "Good boy," she purred, her hot breath hitting him right in the face. "Now, let's see if you can handle some real shit, shall we?" She chuckled darkly as she pulled her underwear back up, cheerfully wiping her ass with toilet paper and crumpling it into a ball before pushing it towards him. "Go on," she demanded, her voice taking on a harsh edge. "Eat that and show me how much you love my shit!"

The toilet slave hesitated for only a moment before plunging his face into the mess, his tongue flicking out to lick at the crumpled paper and the traces of feces that clung to it. He could feel Diana's keen eyes on him, watching his every move, and it only fueled his desire to please her. He wanted to prove to her that he was the perfect toilet slave - obedient, submissive, and completely devoted to her every whim and desire.

As he continued to clean up the mess with his tongue, Diana couldn't help but marvel at his dedication. She had always been fascinated by the idea of having a toilet slave, someone who would not only clean up after her but also enjoy it. And this man before her was the perfect example of that - he was clearly getting off on the taste of her shit, moaning softly and shuddering with pleasure as he worked his way through the mess.

Diana took advantage of his preoccupation to excuse herself, stepping out of the bathroom to leave him alone with the toilet. She knew that he wouldn't move from his spot until she gave him permission, and she was eager to see what kinds of lewd acts he'd engage in while she was gone. As she walked back into the room a few minutes later, she was not disappointed. Her toilet slave was still hard at work, his face plastered against the cool surface of the porcelain.

"Good boy," she said again, stroking his hair and leaning down to give him a soft kiss on the forehead. "Now, why don't you try taking some real shit?" She smiled wickedly as she squatted over the toilet bowl, lifting her glorious ass high in the air. "Show me how much you want it, slave."

With a shudder of anticipation, the toilet slave moved aside to make room for his mistress, his tongue still wet with the taste of her shit. As she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her heat engulfing him, he could feel himself growing hard in anticipation of what was to come. Diana had promised him all kinds of new experiences, and he was eager to see how far she was willing to take him.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Diana allowed herself to release a hot stream of piss into the toilet bowl, watching with dark amusement as her toilet slave's eyes went wide with excitement. "That's it, slave," she purred, her hands trembling with desire. "Drink it all up. Every last drop."

And so the pair continued their perverse dance, each pushing the other deeper into depravity. As the night wore on, the toilet slave found himself lost in a haze of Diana's shit and piss, completely devoted to his new role as her toilet slave. He knew that this was where he belonged, kneeling at her feet and savoring the taste of her excrement. And he would do anything to please her, no matter how humiliating or degrading the task might be.

As the first rays of dawn began to filter through the windows, Diana finally relieved herself, smiling down at her toilet slave with satisfaction. She had taught him well, and he had proven himself more than worthy of his position. Kneeling down, she took hold of his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "You're a good boy," she said softly. "Now, let's see if you can handle some real shit."

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving her toilet slave to clean up the last traces of their night's activities. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and belonging - he was Diana's toilet slave, and he loved every minute of it.