Toilet Slaves Scatology - Smothered with food, piss and shit!

In the luxurious bathroom of his Mistress's home, the domestic slave finds himself face down on the cold tile floor, his wrists and ankles secured behind his back with thick leather cuffs. His mouth is held open by a wide, metal gag shaped like an O-ring, designed to create the perfect orifice for his Mistress's pleasure. He can barely move, barely breathe, as she controls his every movement and sensation. Around him, the room is filled with the sights and smells of a scat fetishist's dream. A mountain of soiled tissues and toilet paper lies in the corner, along with a pile of human waste that reeks of urine and feces. On the vanity table is a plate of rich food: roasted meats, buttered vegetables, and mounds of creamy mashed potatoes. His Mistress leans over him, a mischievous smile on her lips as she watches his every reaction. She begins her punishment by pressing the food into his face, force-feeding him the meal she had prepared for herself. He can feel the warmth of the food on his skin, the softness of the potatoes melting against his cheeks. He struggles to turn his head away, but the gag holds fast. He tastes the richness of the food mixed with the tang of his own saliva, and feels it melt and congeal with the sourness of his tears. Next, she moves to the pile of human feces, using them to smear and cover his body. She rubs it into his skin, between his toes, under his arms, and across his chest. The weight of the fetid material threatens to suffocate him as she continues to layer it on, pressing it deep into his pores. He can feel the heat of her breath on his neck as she grinds her crotch against his face, her thick thighs flanking either side of his head. Finally, she moves to the pile of soiled tissues and toilet paper, using them to choke him. She stuffs the filthy wads into his mouth, down his throat, past the gag until he can barely breathe. His lungs burn with the need for air, but his Mistress controls the pace and rhythm of his breathing. He feels himself slipping away into unconsciousness, the blackness beckoning like a cool, peaceful respite from the hell he finds himself in. As suddenly as it began, it stops. The pressure on his chest eases, and he feels her remove the filth from his mouth. She kneels down next to him, her perfect, porcelain skin glistening with sweat and exertion. She reaches down and teases his pierced nipples with her fingers, sending shivers of pleasure through his body despite the horrors he has just experienced. "You are such a good slave," she purrs, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, clean me up, and make sure everything is spotless." She stands, her long legs and plump ass on full display as she turns towards the bidet. "I'll expect perfection, or you'll find yourself back here again, attached to this." She wags her finger playfully at him, the sound of the gag rattling slightly. The dom knew he had no choice. He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, feeling the cool tile against his abused skin. Slowly, he begins to clean his Mistress, careful not to miss a single inch of her perfect body. As he works, he can feel the weight of his own submission, the thrill of being completely owned and controlled by his beautiful, sadistic Mistress. He knows that he will do anything she asks, no matter how degrading or humiliating, because to him, it's the only way he can truly serve her.