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Slave Training with Scat

slave trainingI told him I was not into scat play and he told me I needed slave training. He wanted me to be his toilet. The more I protested, the more he wanted me to worship his dirty ass. When I kept saying that I was not into shit, he tied me up and tossed me on the ground He had me helpless. He said no subby whore was going to tell him no. This was not my master nor my boss. This was my son. He was in another pissed off mood and wanted to humiliate me. He doesn’t understand why his life is a mess. He blames me for everything wrong and refuses to acknowledge that his anger and his oxy addiction is what is to blame for his woes.  He was screaming at me that I do whatever my boss tells me to do. That is because he is a true master. We have safe words, and he respects my limits. My son doesn’t respect anything. As I was down on the floor, he squatted over my face and shit. It was disgusting. His steaming pile of poo was on his mother’s face. I tried to shake my head, but it wasn’t moving anywhere. He told me I could stay tied up with shit on my face, or I could open my mouth, eat it and be released. That was a tough decision to make, honestly. Both options were equally disgusting. After an hour of his shit resting on my face, I ended up eating it. I don’t enjoy scat phone sex. But I could eat his shit and get on with my night. Or, I could lay there for God knows how long with his shit on my face. Now, my son is calling me his shit eating mommy slave.


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