What a delicious pile, so aromatic and agreeable, with a delightful stickiness. There’s something quite satisfying about beginning the day in such a manner, and I find myself in no hurry to wash it off. My slave-woman and I indulged in scat play this morning; I reached climax twice, leaving me unable to move hand or foot. She then crawled over me, her moans of pleasure mingling with the scent of our shared indulgence. Now, we must make our way to the bathroom to clean up, but my slave remains, hiding and watching with a camera in tow. Let him observe, indulge himself, and suffer the consequences of his actions later.