ScatqueensBerlin - At the Japanese Restaurant

As the clock struck noon, I made my way to a busy Japanese restaurant in the heart of Berlin with my gorgeous girlfriend. The place was bustling with people, the aroma of fresh sushi and sake filling the air. We were seated at a cozy table towards the back where we could enjoy some privacy while still taking in the lively atmosphere around us.

My attention was diverted when a familiar figure approached our table. It was my toilet slave, dressed in a pristine black maid outfit, complete with a short skirt, frilly apron, and knee-high socks. His expression was submissive yet eager as he bowed his head slightly and addressed me. 'Master, I am here to serve you in any way possible,' he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

'Thank you, Andreas,' I replied with a smile, my voice barely above a whisper. Andreas was a loyal servant, dedicated to meeting my every whim when it came to scat play. He had served me well in the past, and today would be no different.

As we enjoyed our meal, I couldn't help but notice how quiet Andreas was. He stood patiently beside our table, watching us intently but not intruding on our conversation. It was almost as if he was waiting for something; for his next command from me.

The food was exquisite, the sake flowing freely, and the company with me was top-notch. Yet there was still something missing. I glanced at Andreas and saw that he had shifted his gaze towards the ladies' room. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks - I wanted to see my toilet slave in action. My girlfriend had no idea what was going through my mind, but I knew she would understand.

'Excuse me, darling,' I said, standing up from my seat. 'I need to use the restroom. Would you like to come with me?' My girlfriend smiled and nodded, patting my hand reassuringly before excusing herself and following me to the bathroom.

As we entered the dimly lit room, I could hear the familiar sound of flushing toilets. Andreas was there, kneeling beside an occupied stall, his expression solemn but determined. Without a word, he gestured towards another stall, indicating that it was free for us to use. My heart raced with anticipation.

Inside the stall, I could hear my girlfriend preparing herself to use the toilet - the rustling of clothes, the occasional sigh of relief as she adjusted her position. 'Are you ready?' I whispered softly, my hand gently pushing against the door of the stall.

A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing a shocked but curious look on my girlfriend's face. Her own toilet was still pristine, untouched beside her. My face was flushed with excitement as I turned to face her, my pants already down around my ankles. 'You didn't…?' she started to ask, but I cut her off with a gentle shush.

Using one hand to steady myself on the toilet seat, I leaned back into the comforting warmth of Andreas's body. His hands gently massaged my erection as my girlfriend watched on in shock from the corner of her eye. The feeling of his warm breath against my balls sent shivers down my spine, amplifying the intense pleasure I was experiencing.

'Hurry up, pretty girl,' I whispered playfully, taking hold of my girlfriend's hand and guiding it towards her own toilet seat. I didn't have to tell her twice; within seconds, I heard the familiar sound of her body relieving itself into the toilet bowl. And then, without warning, she did something that took me by surprise.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, my girlfriend reached underneath herself and into her panties, retrieving a small rock-hard piece of feces. She lifted it up in front of her face, examining it closely before turning towards me with a predatory grin. 'What should I do with this, Master?' she purred, extending her arm towards Andreas who stood beside me.

Without hesitation, Andreas took the offering from my girlfriend's hand and bowed his head respectfully. 'As you wish, Mistress,' he said softly, sliding the cold piece of shit into his mouth. I watched as he savored every moment, taking his time to swallow before standing up straight once again.

By the time we emerged from the bathroom, both my girlfriend and I were fully aroused. She had never seen me like that before - eyes glazed over, breathing heavily as I struggled to maintain an erection. 'Wow,' she breathed out, pulling me closer to her. 'Your toilet slave really knows how to work his magic.' We didn't stay for dessert; we were too eager to get back home and continue our unconventional play.

Later that night, as I lay in bed reflecting on all that had happened, I realized something. My toilet slave wasn't just there for satisfying my scat fetish; he was there to push me beyond my limits, to challenge everything I thought I knew about pleasure and pain. And in that moment, I knew that our twisted little game was far from over.

'You served me well today, Andreas,' I whispered into the darkness, my voice barely audible even to my own ears. 'Tomorrow will be even better.' I could feel the familiar stirring in my pants as I drifted off to sleep, already anticipating what deliciously depraved act my toilet slave would perform next.