Toilet Slaves Scatology - Trampled , smothered and scatted!

In the lavish chambers of her kingdom, a domineering mistress prepared to exercise her control over her newest toilet slave. With a cruel gleam in her eyes, she summoned the helpless man and ordered him to his knees before her throne. "You are nothing but my filthy toilet slave," she hissed, "and I shall treat you as such."

First, the slave was trampled under the mistress's feet, his face pressed into the cold marble floor, feeling her callous heels grind into his skin. "Feel my power, slave," she taunted, "and know your place." She then raised him up by his hair and forced him close to her body, his face pressed against her sweaty skin. "Breathe in my control," she commanded, "for I will control your breath." And so, the slave found himself on the edge of consciousness, with each breath given to him by his mistress's will alone.

She lifted him off the ground, carrying him effortlessly as he felt her naked weight against him. He gasped for air as her impossibly tight ass sealed around his face, controlling his breath. With each grind against him, she thrust her hips, grinding her asshole against his face, making it impossible for him to get enough air. "Enjoy your mistress's asshole, slave," she purred, "for it will be the last thing you taste before I take your life."

Finally, she lowered the slave to the ground and positioned him below her custom scat stool. She held a funnel in her hand as she glared down at him. "Open your filthy mouth, slave," she commanded, "and prepare yourself for what's to come." The slave obeyed, opening wide as she filled the funnel with her warm, golden nectar, her sweet pee flowing down his throat like a river. "Drink up, slave," she taunted, "for this is the only water you will ever taste again."

As he lay there, gasping and weak from the mistress's power, he felt another sensation growing within her. Her asshole began to expand, stretching wide as she pushed out a fresh, steaming load of shit from her bowels. The slave could do nothing but watch in horror as the vile mass of excrement emerged, plopping onto the floor before him. "Now, slave," she commanded, "you will consume my shit."

He reached out, trembling hands shaking as he took the first bite. The taste was disgusting, but his need for her permission overrode everything else. He swallowed, feeling it slide down his throat like a warm, wet glove. As he continued to stuff her scat into his mouth, he felt something hard pressing against his throat. He gagged as she pushed more of her shit deep into his throat with her fingers, forcing him to swallow every last bit.

Finally, she leaned down, her face close to his. "Remember this moment, slave," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "For it is the closest you will ever be to me." With that, she stepped away, leaving him there on the floor, covered in her filth and surrounded by his own humiliation. The slave knew his life would never be the same again, for he was now nothing more than a toilet slave, owned and controlled by his mistress in every way possible. And he had no choice but to obey, for this was his destiny – to be trampled, smothered, and scatted upon by his cruel and ruthless mistress.