The repugnant sight of my excrement, a yellowish, chunky soup with a nauseating, putrid odor, made his ordeal all the more harrowing as I thrust his face into it.
He did not understand my language, and this was only our second BDSM session together. It was also his first realization that I intended to mold him into my permanent human toilet.
Consequently, he had no idea that I would lead him to the toilet like a dog and compel him to position his hands beneath my buttocks while I defecated.
However, when I felt my excrement exit my body like soup, I knew that forcing his face into it would be profoundly distressing for him.
It is well-known that I derive pleasure from observing and hearing my “shit pigs” struggle and panic. Therefore, this incident remains one of my all-time favorites, and I believe it will captivate you as well.
Mistress Wael
jaa4u.com
@FemDom_Bangkok