ScatqueensBerlin - Lady Missy - Garden Toilet Day 2 P4 HD

Welcome back to ScatqueensBerlin, where Lady Missy, the queen of all things scat, treats us to another day in her private garden toilet. Today, we find our unsuspecting slave lying motionless on the ground, surrounded by mountains of his own waste and that of his mistress. Lady Missy's girlfriend steps in and decides to join the fun by sitting down on the porcelain throne and beginning her own journey of fluid expression.

As she pees, she looks down at the pathetic figure before her and smirks. She then stops midstream and announces, "I think it's time for you to do your job again, slave." With that, she directs a powerful stream of golden nectar straight into the open mouth of the prostrate creature. The slave struggles to breathe as the warm, fresh urine washes over his tongue and down his throat. This is something he has become all too familiar with since entering Lady Missy's perverted world.

Feeling satisfied, Lady Missy's girlfriend stands up and steps aside, allowing the slave a moment to recover. He lies there, eyes closed, trying to will away the nausea that comes with swallowing so much of his mistress' waste. Suddenly, he feels something wet and warm land on his face. Opening his eyes, he sees Lady Missy herself standing over him, a snotty grin plastered across her face. Without a word, she leans down and forces her spit into his mouth, grunting with satisfaction as he struggles to contain it.

"That's it," she purred. "Just like a good little slave." She chuckles as she pulls out a handful of grass from the lush garden and rubs it against her nose, adding her own unique scent to the pungent mix that now coated his face and filled his mouth. "Now," she continued, "let's see if you can handle some of this." And with that, she crouched down over the still-shivering form of the slave and began to take a massive dump in his open mouth. As always, he did his best to swallow every disgusting morsel, knowing full well the consequences of refusing to do so.

As the day wore on, the slave remained at the mercy of Lady Missy and her twisted desires. Each time he found himself thinking about a way to escape, some new horror was introduced into his life, keeping him firmly in his place as the lowly creature who existed only to serve the every whim of his mistress. For those who share Lady Missy's fetishes, there is no greater privilege than being allowed to participate in such depraved acts of pleasure and dominance. And for the slave? Well, let's just say he'll be spending many more days in Lady Missy's garden toilet...