Toilet Slaves Scatology - I Love Eating My Girls Scat! - Part 3

Daria giggled as she watched Jessica's face turn into a mix of disgust and shock at the taste and texture of her shit. It was clear that her slave was not enjoying this part of his training, but she knew it was necessary for him to truly understand his place as her toilet. She had spent weeks preparing him for this moment and had taken great care to teach him how to properly clean her anus after each release. Now was the time for him to pay close attention to every detail of the smell, taste, and texture as she emptied her bowels all over his face and mouth. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered her perfectly round ass onto his eagerly waiting tongue and allowed him to taste the salty, tangy nectar that oozed out of her tight ring. He moaned in appreciation as it filled his mouth, savoring the familiar flavor that he had learnt to associate with his beloved mistress. As he began to swirl his tongue, she let out a satisfied sigh, "Hmmm, that's better, toilet slave. Now, prove your worth by cleaning me thoroughly." She rubbed her soiled ass against his face, coating his skin with a layer of her slimy love juices before pulling away sharply. The sudden absence of contact left him aching for more, but he knew better than to disobey. Instead, he used his tongue to lick and lave at her anus, tracing every contour and crevice as she had taught him. She pushed back against him, her body demanding the attention it craved, and he obliged by pushing two fingers deep inside her ass, gently massaging her walls as he went. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she cried out softly, "Ohhh... yes, there you go. Now, let's see if you've learned your lesson well." With that, she released another torrent of shit onto his face and into his awaiting mouth. It was hot and chunky, with an aroma that would make any normal person run for the hills. But to him, it was the most delicious and intoxicating scent in the world. He eagerly devoured it, relishing in the feeling of her warmth and wetness coating his tongue as he sucked and slurped contentedly. As he finished cleaning her out, he looked up at her with pleading eyes, "May I have another taste, Mistress?" Daria considered for a moment before nodding her head. "Very well, but only if you can assure me that you're ready to handle anything I have to offer." He nodded furiously, unable to hide his excitement at the prospect of tasting more of her perfect scat. She smiled cruelly at his eagerness before unleashing an explosive shit-load onto his face and mouth. It was heavy, with bits of undigested food and toilet paper floating through the thick liquid. He moaned in delight as it coated his skin and filled his mouth to overflowing. "That's my good boy," she purred, running her fingers through his hair as he began to lick every last bit from her ass and off of her skin. This time, he even seemed eager to taste the remnants of her piss mixed in with the shit. They stayed like this for what felt like hours, their connection deepening with every passing moment. Finally, she sat up and wiped her ass clean with a warm, damp towel, "Well done, toilet slave. Now it's time for a reward." She leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, sharing the taste of her feces with him in the most intimate way possible. As he tasted himself on her tongue, he knew that nothing else would ever compare to the feeling of being Daria's toilet. In that moment, he was complete.