Scat-Girls - Scat Pies P2

The Scat-Girls website was a secret haven for those with a particular fetish. One of their most popular series was 'Scat Pies', where a toilet slave was subjected to the filthiest of treatments. Today, the slave found himself gazing into the depths of a freshly filled toilet bowl, ready to face another round of humiliation and degradation. His mistress stood above him, towering over his trembling form as she calmly lit a cigarette and leaned against the vanity. She was dressed in a silk robe, the material billowing around her legs as she casually tapped her foot against the floor. "Well, well, well," she purred, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air. "It seems like our little toilet slave has some cleaning up to do." The slave's heart raced as he watched his mistress approach the toilet. She held out her hand, demanding the slave hands her a brush and bucket. With shaking hands, he did as he was told, his gaze never leaving the pile of shit before him. She ran the brush through the pile, collecting most of it into the waiting bucket. Then, with a wicked grin, she flicked the brush handle, sending some of the feces flying straight into his open mouth. The slave gagged and tried to spit it out, but his mistress was merciless. She laughed and shook her head. "Oh come now," she chided, "surely you remember your place. You'll swallow every last bit of that, won't you?" She stared at him, daring him to disobey as she tapped ash from her cigarette into the pile of human waste in the toilet bowl. Slowly, the slave nodded, tears running down his face as he realized there was no escape. He would swallow every last drop of shit if that's what it took to please his mistress. She smirked before leaning over the toilet bowl again, holding the brush low so he could see the mess he was tasked with cleaning. He dipped the brush back into the mixture of urine and feces, then scooped some onto the tip of his tongue like an obedient dog. His mistress watched with satisfaction as he began to swallow, pushing the filth further and further into his mouth until there was nothing left but the clean, albeit disgusting, porcelain. She smirked again before stepping away, extinguishing her cigarette on the bathroom tile. "Good boy," she purred, patting his head condescendingly. "Now, let's get to work on that next pile, shall we?" With a groan, the slave climbed shakily to his feet, his eyes never leaving the toilet bowl. He knew what was expected of him and was determined to please his mistress, no matter the cost. The thought of her approval was the only thing that kept him going as he braced himself for the inevitable next round of degradation.