ScatqueensBerlin - Lady Missy - Garden Toilet Da2 P2

Lady Missy, the scat queen of ScatqueensBerlin, had already made full use of her toilet slave's mouth in the first round. Now, she lay relaxing on the floor, watching as her victim struggled to deal with the taste and texture of her fresh feces. His face was buried deep in her filth, and while he tried his best to chew and swallow, he was moving at a snail's pace.

Meanwhile, Lady Missy's friend joined her and they both began fixing themselves up, running a bit of water over their hands and bodies. In between, the girlfriend held her bladder no longer and decided to relieve herself into the toilet slave's open mouth. His eyes bugged out as he had no choice but to receive her stream of hot urine.

As she finished, Lady Missy turned back to the prostrate figure before her, a wicked grin crossing her face. She knew he was already drowning in the scent and taste of her shit, and she wasn't about to make it any easier for him. With a loud sigh of exasperation, she lowered her backside once again, feeling the pressure building up within her.

With a squelching sound, Lady Missy released her second load of the day into the slave's eager mouth. This time, it was a mixture of thick, steaming feces and warm piss. He struggled to chew and swallow once more, but his actions were becoming slower and more sluggish with each passing moment.

Lady Missy watched in amusement as he struggled underneath her, taking in every detail of his suffering. She knew this was exactly what he had signed up for when he had agreed to be her toilet slave, and she intended to make the most of it. As she finished her second round, she sat back on her heels, panting slightly from the effort.

While the toilet slave continued to deal with the onslaught of filth in his mouth, Lady Missy reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his face up to meet hers. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she spoke, her voice filled with malicious glee.

"Did you enjoy that, you disgusting piece of shit?" she taunted, allowing a small trickle of drool to drip from the corner of her mouth. "Because I certainly did. You know we have plenty more where that came from, don't you?" With a tug on his hair, she yanked his face back down into her crotch, indicating that he was to clean himself up once again.

The toilet slave, already feeling defeated and humiliated, knew there was no escaping this. He had signed up for this, willingly offered himself to be used in the worst ways possible, and now there was nothing he could do but comply. As he lapped up every last drop of his mistress's filth, he couldn't help but wonder how much further she would push him before he broke.