Toilet Slaves Scatology - Pathetic Submissive Gets Chained and Rained with Piss and Shit! - Part 2

Toilet Slaves Scatology, a hidden fantasy lifestyle club, where toilet slaves are prepared to do anything for their Mistresses. Today's story features a pathetic submissive who has been chained to the floor in a dingy toilet and is now being subjected to all kinds of humiliation. His beautiful Mistress straddled his chest, her soft cunt hovering above his face. "Respect the cunt," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. He could only whimper in obedience as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of her femininity.

She then stood up and walked to the corner of the room where she relieved herself into a plastic bottle. Seeing this, his heart raced with anticipation and horror simultaneously. What kind of depraved act was she about to force him into? She returned to his bound form and held the bottle up to his lips. "Drink it all," she ordered coldly. He opened his mouth wide, his body trembling with fear and excitement as he chugged down the disgusting fluid. It was thick with her pee, cloudy and warm. But he couldn't resist; he had to obey.

As he finished, she chuckled darkly and pulled out a glove from her pocket, donning it slowly. "Now it's time for your main course," she purred before crouching down to investigate his captive state a bit more closely. She ran her gloved hand over his chest, squeezing his nipples between finger and thumb until they hardened under her grip. Looking into his pleading eyes, she slowly inserted a finger into his anus, pushing past any resistance he had left. "You are mine now," she whispered menacingly, as if reminding both of them of their twisted relationship.

Satisfied with his level of readiness, she stood up and struck a dominant pose, one hand on her hip and the other still gloved and ready inside him. She walked towards the toilet bowl and positioned herself, lifting her skirt to reveal her bare ass to her eager audience. With a sneer of contempt, she lowered herself onto the cold porcelain throne and released a loud, hot stream of urine right onto his face. He groaned in mixed pleasure and disgust as warm piss soaked his skin, dripping down his chin and pooling beneath his chin.

His Mistress seemed to stir with newfound energy as she watched his reactions. She pushed harder, completely emptying her bladder onto his face and into his mouth as he tried to catch every last drop. When she finally stood up, her crotch was soaked with piss, and she looked down at her bound toilet slave with a devilish grin. "Now it's your turn," she crooned, "prod yourself and get it done!" Her words sent shivers of anticipation down his spine, knowing what was to come next.

With trembling hands, he reached down between his legs and started to masturbate, watching as his Mistress enjoyed the show. She took her place again on the toilet, purposely straddling his face so he couldn't escape the stench of her filth. As he stroked faster, she moaned encouragement, practically daring him to finish under her piss-soaked snatch. And just like that, he did. He erupted in a mixture of piss and precum onto her belly and chest, covering her in his own personal flush of submission.

She giggled wickedly as he finished. "That's a good little toilet slave," she cooed before reaching down to unclog the toilet. With one last glance at her filthy plaything, she flushed the bowl, sending a torrent of scalding hot water and thick shit splashing over him. He sputtered and gagged, choking on the foul mix of water and feces while his skin burned under the intense heat. But through it all, there was one thought echoing in his mind: This is what I was made for. This is my purpose. I am my Mistress's toilet now.