HARDCORE BECOME MY MAID TO EAT MY SHIT !
4TH SCAT VIDEO IN ENGLISH (WITH MY SHIT)
HARDCORE VERSION OF "BECOME MY MAID TO EAT MY SHIT ! SOFT VERSION"
I am the MISTRESS of this grand MANSION: elegant, refined, thoroughly BOURGEOIS. Silk robes, EXPENSIVE perfume, a life of LEISURE and exquisite meals!
You are the MAID I keep for one purpose only: my personal SCAT toilet and HUMILIATION brown toy. You signed the contract thinking the generous "salary" would cover the degradation. The fine print you were too eager to ignore states the opposite: YOU PAY ME for every cleaning session. You transfer the money first, then crawl in ready to earn the privilege of being scat-destroyed. I dine like the wealthy woman I am: FOIE GRAS, truffle pasta, rich cheeses, spicy curries, chocolate, and cream sauces. My bowels respond with power, foul results: explosive DIARRHEA mixed with LONG, FAT, SOLID shits that reek of luxury gone rotten. You wait in that ridiculous frilly MAID UNIFORM, skirt too short, apron tiny, NO panties allowed. When I snap my fingers you follow me into the marble bathroom on your knees.
Smother first.
I sit on your face without warning, sealing my expensive, silk-covered ass over your nose and mouth. A MASSIVE, warm, stinking BROWN LOAD drops straight onto you: thick soft logs and watery DIARRHEA flooding your airways. I grind and shift, push the mess deep into your nostrils, across your eyes, into your hair. You choke and thrash while I laugh lightly, the refined sound of a lady amused by her filthy little servant. "Breathe it in, maid. This is what my dinner becomes for you."
Smearing.
Once I stand, your face is a dripping brown mask. I order you to scoop my shit with both bare hands and spread it everywhere: over your tongue, down your throat, across your chest, under your arms, into your own hole. You must lick my fingers clean between every scoop while I watch, champagne in hand, smiling. The taste of my rich diet is still strong: garlic, spice, cream, and pure rot.
Dine-and-dump toilet service: no protection, no tools, NOTHING!
I sit on the pristine porcelain and empty the rest of my guts in one long, noisy rush. The BOWL fills with floating sludge, THICK floating chunks, and LONG BLACK SKID MARKS streaking the white surface. You receive NOTHING: NO gloves, NO brush, NO plunger! BARE hands only! You plunge both arms into the warm, reeking mess up to the elbows, break the clog apart with your fingers, then lower your face into the bowl and start LICKING. Tongue pressed flat against the porcelain, you scrub every tire-mark stain clean. You SUCK the soft chunks into your mouth, chew when necessary, and SWALLOW until the water is clear and the bowl sparkles again. I stand behind you in my POSH robe, laughing softly at the wet sounds and the way your MAID UNIFORM is now ruined with my shit. Some evenings I don't bother with the toilet at all! I sit on your chest or straddle your face in the middle of the bedroom and shit directly into your open mouth. You hold it, swirl the soft warm mass, then swallow on command while I smear the overflow across your cheeks and get you to thank me for every mouthful. You are not allowed to rinse. You wear my shit on your skin and carry it in your stomach for the rest of the night.Throughout it all I remind you of the contract in my calm, posh voice:
"You thought you were being paid, didn't you? How adorable. YOU PAY ME FOR THIS SCAT HUMILIATION. Every load you SWALLOW, every skid mark you LICK, every time I SMOTHER you in my SHIT: you transfer more. That is the only reason I keep a nasty creature like you in my mansion. You are my TOILET SLAVE, my TOILET PAPER, my living BROWN WASTE disposal. Nothing more." You finish by cleaning the last SHIT traces from my ass with your tongue, then crawl away still covered in my BROWN FILTH, already preparing the next payment so I will allow you to return tomorrow for worse...
