ScatqueensBerlin - Lady Katharina - Toilet Paper P2

Lady Katharina was a renowned scat queen, known for her love of toilet slave and her ability to make them squirm in delight or discomfort. Today, she was feeling rather playful and decided to indulge her slave once more in her preferences. The slave was already kneeling before her, head bowed in submissive acceptance, as he anticipated what was coming next.

She had tied his testicles tightly, making them ache in protest, before spreading an enormous wad of toilet paper over his face. The scent of fresh, gently scented tissue filled the air as she pushed him down, forcing his head into the mess he had just created. Her buttocks rose and fell enticingly as she relieved herself, showering the slave's face with warm, soothing liquid.

Lady Katharina's asshole sphincter contracted, its strong muscles tightening around her slave's tongue. The scatqueen let out a sigh of satisfaction as she felt her slave's tongue probing deeper into her rectum. Her asshole pulsated rhythmically, almost dancing against her slave's face in anticipation of what was coming next.

Finally, Lady Katharina sighed again and released a firm turd into her slave's mouth. It was filled with the bitter tang of shit mixed with her saliva. As he savored the taste, she smiled grimly and spoke: "Enjoy your last mouthful, slave." With that, she withdrew her gift from his mouth and turned away, leaving him vacant and bereft.

With a flick of her wrist, she flushed the toilet, sending a deluge of ass water and feces cascading over her helpless slave. The warm liquid dripped from his chin and splashed against his chest, leaving him feeling dirty and used. But it was a small price to pay for the privilege of servicing his mistress in such a unique and intimate way.

As she stepped out of the bathroom, Lady Katharina's stiletto heels clacked against the tiled floor. She looked back once more at her bound and broken slave, still kneeling there in the mess he had created. A small smile played around her lips before she disappeared from view, leaving him to lick his wounds – both physical and mental – in solitude.