ScatqueensBerlin - Toilet Mouth P2

Scattered across the tiled floor of the luxurious bathroom, Lady Grace surveyed her latest acquisition with a furrowed brow. This new toilet slave had somehow made it to Berlin and found his way to her doorstep. He knelt before her, head bowed in submission, and glanced up at her nervously. The stench of his own fear wafted off him, mingling with the scent of submission and desperation that she had grown accustomed to. He wore only a pair of filthy, torn pants and was utterly barefoot.

Lady Grace, a renowned figure in the world of scat and toilet fetishism, was not one to show mercy. She had constructed a society within her lavish mansion where the lowest of the low served as her playthings. Even as she stood there, clad in a diaper and thigh-high PVC boots, she was the undisputed queen of the realm. And this new toilet slave was about to find that out the hard way.

Stepping forward, she grasped a handful of his dirty hair and yanked his head back. His eyes went wide with fear as he cried out, revealing a mouth full of broken, yellow teeth. Lady Grace's lip curled in disgust. "You call yourself a toilet slave?" she spat. "You haven't earned that name yet, boy. But I've got just the way to start..."

Releasing her grip on his hair, Lady Grace turned her attention to the toilet bowl. With a fierce grimace, she relaxed her sphincter, and a warm, soft pile of human feces slid out into the cool water. Then, grasping the creature by its hair once more, she pulled its face towards the toilet and forced its open mouth onto the filth. The warm, moist mound engulfed its face, filling its nostrils and mouth with the foul scent and taste of shit.

Lady Grace watched with sick satisfaction as the toilet slave began to struggle. She couldn't help but notice the way its tongue darted out, tasting the shit that now coated its mouth. "Swallow it," she hissed. "Show me that you're worthy of the title 'toiletmouth'."

The creature swallowed. The filthy mess slid down its throat, coating its esophagus with a thick, gunky layer of feces. It gagged and choked, trying desperately to breathe through its nose as the excrement clogged up the passage. Then, its body began to convulse as it swallowed another mouthful of shit.

Lady Grace watched with dark satisfaction. This was the true test of loyalty and devotion to the art of scat and toilet fetishism. And she could see that this creature was determined to prove itself worthy. With a satisfied smile on her face, she released her grip on its hair and stepped back, allowing it to rock back and forth on its knees as it struggled to breathe through its now-filthy nose.