A new arrival, fresh and untouched, enters my dungeon—there's nothing I adore more. The fear in his eyes, the delicious naivety... it's intoxicating. I secure my scat novice in handcuffs, claiming him completely. My first command is for him to bury his face beneath me, forced to inhale the potent, musky aroma of my unwashed ass after a long day. He then services my pungent, sweaty armpits with his tongue.
My soaked panties become his mask, a fabric gag steeped in my essence. I then direct my stream of hot urine over his cock, stroking him to a rigid state with my golden shower—a clear indication of his true purpose as a human toilet. I piss directly into his open mouth, commanding him to swallow every last drop.
As a reward for his compliance, I grant him the privilege of worshipping my filthy asshole with his tongue. Then, I position myself above him and release a full, heavy load of my shit onto his body. His disgust is palpable, but irrelevant. My filthy, defecated anus must be cleaned, and I lower myself onto his face, grinding my mess against his mouth until he licks it clean. I gradually train him to accept my waste into his very mouth. He struggles, he suffers, he resists—which only makes breaking him in so much more satisfying. Tell me, could you truly resist the demands of a beautiful Scat Goddess? I know you couldn't.
