ScatqueensBerlin - Mistress Michelle- Kaviar Knebel P1

You're about to experience an erotic story filled with scatological content that may not be suitable for everyone. Proceed with caution. Mistress Michelle had a lot of fun that day with her new toilet slave, which Lady Chrissy had brought to her. She tied up his cock and balls tightly, leaving them exposed for her pleasure. The slave groaned in pain as Mistress Michelle slapped him against his tied manhood. His writhing only amused her more as she pushed him to his limits. Soon, the slave was on his knees, his face buried in Mistress Michelle's feet, as she expected from every toilet slave. It felt amazing to have someone so dedicated to her well-being, even if it meant submitting to her every whim. Then, Mistress Michelle decided it was time to make use of another one of her slaves' functions. She called him up and made him open his mouth wide. As he anticipated what was coming, he couldn't help but wonder how far she would go this time. It felt strange, but exhilarating, knowing that he was completely at her mercy. And then it happened: a warm stream of urine filled his mouth, washing over his tongue and down his throat. Swallowing it all made him shudder with mixed pleasure and humiliation. Just when he thought things couldn't get any more intense, Mistress Michelle pulled out a tube of soft fresh caviar from her ass. She forked some of it into the toilet slave's mouth, who gagged on the putrid, stinking taste. But he knew better than to disobey her now; he had to swallow every last bite if he didn't want to feel the full force of her wrath. The caviar melted in his mouth, coating his tongue and throat with a foul, sticky film. It was disgusting, it was humiliating, but it was also thrilling in a perverse sort of way. He could feel the mixture of urine and shit churning in his stomach, making him want more of this sickening power trip. As the orgasmic contractions in his belly grew stronger, the toilet slave realized that there was no going back from here. He was hers now, body and soul. And if that meant kneeling at her feet and drinking her piss and shitting out of love until she decided otherwise, then so be it. Because for some twisted reason, he couldn't imagine himself wanting anything else.