Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Begged My Mistress to Shit on My Face! - Part 2

As she began to take interest in my cock, I couldn't help but feel more humiliated yet excited by the situation. I watched as she leaned over and began stroking my shaft, her hand sliding up and down the length of my dick. She moaned softly, her breath hitting my thighs. "You're such a dirty little cocksucker, aren't you?" She said teasingly, her fingers playing with the sensitive head of my cock.

Suddenly, she stood up, causing me to let out a disappointed groan. She chuckled darkly as she grabbed a tray filled with various dirty objects from beside the toilet. My heart raced as I watched her pick up a toilet brush, a wet wipe, and a small container. Placing the tray on the ground, she leaned down and began to squat over me. My eyes widened in disbelief as I realized what she was about to do.

She positioned the toilet brush against my nose, pressing it firmly against my nostrils. "Now, open wide," she commanded, her voice dripping with malice. I did as I was told, feeling the cool, hard bristles brushing against my tongue and teeth. She slowly lowered the brush deep into my throat, pushing it past my gag reflex. I felt the tip of the brush scratching at the back of my throat, causing me to cough and splutter uncontrollably.

As the coughing fit subsided, she pulled the brush out of my mouth, revealing a thick string of saliva connecting the bristles. She smirked, clearly enjoying the power she held over me. "Now," she said, her voice trembling with anticipation, "let's see if you really are deserving of my shit..."

Without warning, she reached her hand down and grabbed her wet wipe. She twisted it open, revealing the soft, moist surface. Before I could even process what was happening, she shoved the wipe into my mouth, forcing me to chew on it. I tasted the faint scent of bleach mixed with her sweet scent. She continued to press the wipe against my mouth, silently demanding that I cleanse my taste buds.

As she finished with the wipe, she grabbed the small container from the tray. Carefully, she removed the lid and held it up to my face. Inside, I could see a small glob of her shit, glistening in the dim light. My heart raced as she held the container just out of reach, teasing me with the foul, yet alluring scent. My cock twitched in anticipation, leaking precum onto the floor.

Finally, she brought the container closer, tilting it so the glob of shit dripped down onto my lips. As it touched my skin, I closed my lips around it, tasting the bitter, musky flavor of her shit. She moaned softly, pressing her body against mine. "That's a good boy," she whispered, her breath hot against my face.

For several minutes, she held the container to my lips, letting me taste every last bit of her shit. When she finally pulled away, she let out a satisfied sigh. "Now it's time for you to prove yourself," she said, her voice low and threatening. Grabbing the toilet brush, she guided it towards my face, gently pressing the bristles against my lips. "Open up," she commanded, her breath hot against my skin.

Reluctantly, I parted my lips, allowing her to guide the brush into my mouth. She pushed and pulled it gently at first, coating my tongue and teeth with her sweet, salty essence. But then, she proceeded to scrub my teeth and tongue vigorously, scrubbing away any lingering traces of her shit from my mouth. I gagged and choked, struggling to breathe through the overwhelming sensation.

When she finally pulled the brush out of my mouth, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. My cock, still trapped in the restrictive device, twitched involuntarily. She chuckled darkly, pulling me up to stand once more. "Now," she said, running a finger slowly down my chest, "it's time for you to show your true colors." She led me towards the small stool in the corner of the room, pushing me down onto it. As soon as I felt the cold metal pressing against my ass, she placed her hand against my chest, holding me in place. I looked up at her, fear and anticipation warring in my eyes. She leaned down, her lips almost touching my ear. "Close your eyes, and think of the shit I'm about to give you," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper. And before I could even process her words, I felt the warmth of her piss hitting the back of my throat.

She held me there, allowing me to taste her piss as she emptied her bladder onto the small plate. Finally, she pulled away, stepping back to reveal the plate covered in her thick, yellow urine. My heart raced as I looked up at her, my eyes pleading for mercy. She smiled cruelly, reaching down to grab the toilet brush once more. "Now," she said, her voice dripping with malice, "let's see if you're really worthy of my shit."