Toilet Slaves Scatology - He Asked For It, So I Shit on His Face! - Full Movie

The mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine, but he couldn't deny the twisted desire burning within him. He had begged for this, after all. His heart raced as he stood before her, clad only in a pair ofspandex briefs that did little to hide his erection.

His mistress, a gorgeous dominatrix with a taste for scat, watched him with a piercing gaze that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. She pointed to a large wooden throne at the center of the room, adorned with intricate carvings of toilets and human figures bowing in submission.

"Step up, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with seduction. As he climbed onto the throne, he couldn't help but notice the familiar scent of feces lingering in the air. It only intensified his craving for what was to come.

She turned to a table to the side, where a selection of masks lay spread out. Her eyes lingered on one in particular, a porcelain doll mask with vacant eyes staring blankly ahead. With a smile, she picked it up and held it up for him to see.

"This is my favorite, boy toy," she said softly, running her fingernails lightly over the mask's plastic features. "Wear it, and maybe I'll let you taste what you've been begging for."

He took the mask in trembling hands, his heart beating wildly with anticipation. As he lowered it onto his face, the warmth of her breath against his neck sent shivers down his spine. With a deft movement, she buckled the straps around his head, locking the mask in place.

Slowly, she stood up, and he felt a cold stream of liquid hit his face. It took him a moment to realize that she was pissing on him. He opened his mouth, unable to resist the urge to taste her golden nectar. She chuckled darkly, her laughter echoing through the chamber as she walked behind him.

He felt her fingers trace along the cleft of his ass, and then, suddenly, he felt something warm and heavy pressing against his lips. His eyes widened in horror and excitement as he realized what was happening - she was going to make him taste her shit. With trembling hands, he reached up and opened his mouth wide, awaiting her command.

Her finger pushed against his tongue, and he felt the cool, slimy surface of her feces brush against his taste buds. A small moan escaped from behind the mask as he tasted the familiar, foul flavor that sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. "Good boy," she purred, and he felt another glob of shit press against his lips.

He took it eagerly, not caring about the filth that coated his tongue, diving deeper into the depravity that she so skillfully provoked within him. As he tasted more and more of her excrement, he felt a newfound sense of power, knowing that he was willing to do anything to please her.

When she finally pulled away, he caught his breath, his chest heaving as he tried to process the intense rush of emotions that coursed through him. Looking up at her through the mask, he could see the satisfaction in her eyes, the twinkle of amusement dancing in her gaze.

With a soft, knowing smile, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You asked for it, slave. Now you've got it. All over your face." And with that, she stepped back, surveying the mess they had made together, her toilet slave covered in a mix of urine and feces, a satisfied grin plastered across her face.