A Deelishus Scat Meal

Chapter 2 – Breakfast at Tiffanies…Not!!!

“Ding dong…ding dong.” Deelishus looked at the clock on the wall as she headed to the door to answer the doorbell.  He was right on time, 6:47AM.  When Mistress Deelishus set an arrival time for her slaves, it was always some weird time.  This was one of her test to see how well they could follow instructions.  His arrival time was not 6:46 or 6:48, it was 6:47 and he was right on time.

“It aint Avon calling,” she thought to herself with a chuckle.  Sometimes she just cracked herself up with her warped sense of humor.  She opened the door and just stood there silent waiting for his reaction to her complete nakedness with the exception of her three inch stiletto heels.  She got just the reaction that she was looking for.  The gentleman standing on the other side of the door was caught off guard.  Naturally, his eyes went straight to her breast.  Who could blame him, with her gorgeous 38c tatas that she had.  It was a bit of an awkward situation, the two of them taking each other in and doing a once over check from head to toe.

  For slaves who were coming to her home she always required them to give her every bit of information about themselves to include full name, address, phone number, work location and even their social security number.  Some were resistant to provide such personal information, but she made it clear that if they did not provide it there would be no interaction at all.  By the time that she got through with them, they were so worked up to serve her that they would do whatever she asked. She didn’t anything with the information, but it was her security blanket in case anything happened out of line. Besides, she really was most comfortable taking a shit in her home, rather than in some hotel or other strange place.  And by no means was she going to dare set foot in their homes.  Security was not issue either.  She had worked out a deal with the numerous doormen on duty at her apartment building, so they kept an eye on her as well.

“Well, come in I don’t have all day.” Deelishus said impatiently, as she closed the door behind him.  The gentleman handed her a bag containing the smoked salmon and bagels breakfast that he had bought for her and extended his hand to give a proper introduction, “Hi, I’m Fred.  It’s nice to finally meet you.” 

       Deelishus got this look on her face as if someone had just put a dead body in front of her.   Did he really expect her to shake his hand?  The look of contempt and sheer outrage should have warned her guess of his error, but it was too late.  In a split second Deelishus had drew back her hand and backhanded him across the face, the force of which caused her guest to stumble a bit.  Fred was a new toilet slave that Mistress Deelishus had met online about a week ago.  They chatted a bit and today was his initiation day for her to use him as her toilet slave.  She initially had some reservations about allowing a new slave to come to her home, but after talking to Fred she learned that he was a high powered financial officer in a large corporate company.  The more she talked to him the more comfortable she felt.

“Look bitch, let me explain something to you.  You are not my equal.  I would no more shake your hand than I would jump out of that fucking window.  If anything, when you are in my presence for the first time you should have dropped to your knees, groveled at my feet and begged to kiss my ass or something.  But it’s too late now, the moment has passed.  Just shut the fuck up and let’s get on with the business at hand.”  With that Deelishus grabbed him by his tie, turned on her heels and headed straight to the bathroom.  Her ass cheeks wiggled like two bowls of jello as, he followed behind her.

As they walked towards the bathroom, Deelishus began thinking to herself that she really must do a better job in screening new toilet slaves.  Deelishus was a Scat Mistress who enjoyed using slaves as her personal human toilet.  She usually took a shit at least twice a day, and whenever she went to the bathroom to take a shit, she normally was shitting on one of her slaves.  It gave her such great pleasure to shit on a slave.  The thought of how much they valued and treasured her human waste, just made her pussy wet.  If they were starving and given the choice of eating a prime cut of steak or a fresh turd from Deelishus’ ass, she was certain that 10 times out 10 they would all choose her turd.  It was a rare occasion for Deelishus to shit in a regular toilet bowl.  As a matter of fact, she couldn’t remember the last time that her shit was deposited into a porcelain bowl.  No, she took extreme effort and care to juggle her calendar and keep track of the schedule’s of all of her slaves, to ensure that she always had someone available when she had to take a shit.  Besides, to her slaves, her shit was like chocolate gold, she thought that it was just downright cruel to deprive them of the opportunity to taste her shit.  No, it was so much better smeared all over a slave’s face and in their stomach rather than flushing it down the toilet.

Deelishus stepped inside of the bathroom and ordered her new slave to strip.  She could see him taking in the opulent bathroom, which she had just had renovated.  It was absolutely breathtaking, granite countertops, ornate fixtures, round Jacuzzi bathtub, shower stall with multiple heads and the room itself was bigger than most bedrooms he had seen.  He thought it odd, with all this grandeur that he did not see a commode in the room.  As if reading his mind, Deelishus spoke up. “The commode is in there,” she said pointing to a door that led to a small separate room where the actual toilet was.  “It’s something that I would rarely use, so I didn’t feel the need to include it here in this space.  Besides, here’s my real toilet anyway.” She said pointing to a device that resembled a royal throne on wheels with a hole in the seat. 

“Mistress Deelishus, will this take long? I have an extremely important meeting at 8AM, and I cannot be late.”  Fred asked timidly.

“Nope, I’m pretty regular.  Now get your fucking ass on the floor under the chair.  Your face should be directly under the hole, just in case you didn’t know.”  Deelishus ordered him.  As he was getting on the floor she admired her new bathroom and the beautiful marble floor.  The renovations were just completed yesterday and this was the first time that she was actually entertaining a toilet slave in her new bathroom. 

“Wait, just a minute…” she told him as he was getting on the floor.  “Spread this out under your head. I don’t want to make a mess on my new marble floor.” She said as she pulled his $200 monogrammed custom made shirt from the neatly folded pile of clothes that he had just taken off.

Fred opened his mouth to say something, but Deelishus kicked him in the balls and stepped on his chest as she took her place on the thrown and spread her ass cheeks ready to take a shit.  Fred did as he was told and spread the shirt on the floor beneath his head and laid down to await the fruits that he had been fantasizing about for the past week since he had found this goddess online.

Deelishus rested her stiletto heels on the slave’s chest, while she began the labor of taking a shit.  This was foreplay for her.  As her stomach rumbled, she first let out a silent wisp of air and then louder more pungent farts.  Fred inhaled and took it all in.  It was like smelling a bouquet of fresh cut flowers, as far he was concerned.  His eyes were wide open and his heart started racing as a small stream of pee from Mistress Dee started covering his face. 

“Is your mouth opened, bitch?”  Deelishus yelled down from above.  Of course she knew that it was, since she had had mirrors strategically placed giving her a full view of her slaves under her throne.  Fred’s mouth was open and he was savoring every drop of piss in anticipation of the more filling meal that was yet to come.  He was so turned on. He was on fire.  Instinctively his hands began to move toward his penis, which was beginning to harden.  Mistress Dee was on the case and she was definitely not about to allow any such foolishness to take place.  She raised her foot and came down hard in the middle of his chest with the sharp heel of her stiletto.

“Bitch, you are here for my pleasure. Not for your own. Your focus should be only on my ass and nothing else.  Do you understand me bitch?!!!”  Deelishus barked at him.

The pain caught Fred off guard, as he did not even realize that his hand was moving towards his dick.  However, the swift kick from Mistress Deelishus did the job in effectively killing whatever erection that was beginning to grow.  This was just a fleeting distraction for Fred.  He was so focused on the parting of Dee’s ass you would have thought it was the parting of the Red Sea.  He could see the turd starting to protrude from her ass.  It was a golden brown and it glistened and sparkled from the light hitting it.  His mouth began to salivate.  He could hardly wait to taste it.  The first turd that dropped was small, about the size of a Swedish meatball.  He made sure to position his head to make sure he had good aim to catch it in his mouth when it dropped.

Deelishus felt the first turd fall from her ass and she checked the mirror to ensure that he had caught it.  She was not disappointed.  She could see him chewing on the turd, with a big smile on his face.  This was the ultimate pleasure for her.  She began rubbing her clit and working herself into a frenzy.

“Do you like that, bitch?” She asked, knowing full well that the little shit pig was in hog heaven right now.  “Well hurry and swallow that bitch because there’s more to come.  Do you think I have all morning just to take a shit?”  She always wanted to make sure that she gave her slaves sufficient time to enjoy each morsel of shit that she produced.  With that she began pushing out the next turd.  This time, Fred sat up a bit under her throne and began to suck the turd straight out of her ass before it dropped.  Some of the shit smeared on his face.  A piece broke off and fell on his nice white shirt on the floor underneath him.  As Deelishus watched in the mirror, she thought to herself that she was sure glad that she made him put that shirt down to cover her marble floor.

Deelishus produced two more really thick fat turds, which Fred ate with vigor.  He was definitely a messy eater and had shit all over his face when he was done. As Fred devoured her shit, Deelishus played with her clit and her pussy until she squirted her juices and came.  Without any instruction from Deelishus, Fred began sucking and licking the cum juices that were dripping from her pussy.

Afterwards Deelishus stood up and moved the throne back so that she could assess the situation to see how well he had done.  After all, this was their first encounter and she had to determine whether or not he was worthy of becoming one of her regular toilet slaves.  Not that she was really hurting for more slaves.  If anything, she was really busy trying to juggle her schedule to make sure that she used all of her regulars at least once a week.

When Deelishus pulled the throne back and got a full view of the situation she was not pleased.  There were two lumps of shit, which stuck out like a sore thumb against the background of his white shirt on the floor.  She took the heel of her shoe and stamped down on his dick as hard as she could, and then begin grinding her heel into his balls.

“Why are there pieces of shit still on the floor, bitch???  When you are a toilet slave to Mistress Deelishus, you do not leave anything uneaten.  Now eat it up bitch!!!” 

       “Yes, Mistress,” Fred said as he picked up the shit and begin eating it. “I’m sorry Mistress, I didn’t see that piece over there.  I would never leave any your precious chocolate uneaten.  I am so grateful Mistress for the privilege of eating your wonderful shit.” Fred said with a mouth full of shit.

       Deelishus begin stroking his head as if rewarding a good dog.  “Good, now wipe your face and get on your knees because we’re not done yet,” she said to him.  Once again, he looked a little puzzled as to what he was supposed to use to wipe his face with.  Realizing the situation, Deelishus snatched up the tail end of his shirt and begin wiping the shit from his face with it.  She really hated these fucking newbies that didn’t have a clue.  She had to do everything herself.  She let out an exasperated sigh as she turned and walked over to the sink.  She propped her leg up on the counter, poked her ass out and spread her cheeks.  She stood there for a moment waiting.  Unfortunately for Fred, it was a moment too long for Deelishus’ patience.

       She walked over to him on his knees and slapped him across the face knocking him to the floor.  She kicked him in his side, stomach and his balls for good measure for being such a dumb fuck.  Right then and there she decided that she was going to scratch him off her list as a future toilet slave.

       She regained her former position at the counter and said, “You may lick me clean, you stupid motherfucker!!”  Fred groaned from the pain and scrambled to his knees bringing his face up to Mistress Deelishus’ ass.  As he buried his face in her ass, she let out a loud fart that almost sounded like a burp and giggled.  Fred spread her cheeks and could see the chunks and remnants of shit still in the crack of her ass.  He stuck out his tongue and began to dig out the shit.  He had the feeling that he had messed up and he wasn’t sure if he would have another opportunity to serve Mistress Dee so he savored these last remaining tastes of her shit.  If anything, this was the one time that he really wanted to be on someone’s shit list.  He licked and slurped and sucked until he could not see anymore brown residue of shit in her ass. 

       “I’m done cleaning your ass Mistress.”  Fred said as he backed away on his knees.  Deelishus turned around and stared down at him.  She picked up his shirt and used the sleeve to dig deep into her ass and took a good wipe.  She held the spot up and smiled as there were no traces of brown on it.  This had been such a turn on for her and her pussy was still wet from her orgasm and her earlier piss.  She took the shirt and wiped her pussy dry.  She noticed a big red stain on the shirt after wiping her pussy. 

“Well what do you know, I started my period,” she said and threw the shirt back at him. “You may get dressed now,” She said and walked off into the other room to get her day started.

       Fred looked at his watch and the time read 7:23 AM.  He had just enough time to clean up and get to the office for his big important 8AM meeting with the entire board members.  He stood up on his feet and looked at his shirt.  What a mess.  Unfortunately, he didn’t wear T-shirts.  He was pretty ripe smelling as well, but it was nothing that a quick shower couldn’t fix.  He’d figure out what to do about the shirt later.  He hadn’t anticipated that he would be this long, so it was a good thing that he had told his driver to wait for him downstairs in his limo.  

       As Deelishus was rummaging through her closet deciding what outfit she was going to wear, she heard the water from the shower.  “What the fuck…???,” she thought to herself and she quickly ran back into the bathroom just in time to see Fred getting ready to step into the shower.

       “Stop right there.  What the fuck do you think that you are doing?” she yelled at him completely outraged.  Once again the complete look of ignorance came across Fred’s face.

       “I was getting ready to take a shower,” he said as if it should have been the most apparent and obvious thing in the world.  “What’s wrong?”

       Deelishus went into overdrive at that point and started running about the room grabbing his personal belongings as if she was a hurricane sucking up everything in its path. With his belongings in one hand, she grabbed Fred by the hair and started dragging his naked ass through her house with the other.

       “Bitch, your nasty ass is not about to defile my shower.  I don’t know who the fuck that you think that you are that would lead you to believe that you are good enough to use my shower.  And then, you’re dumb ass didn’t even ask my permission.”  She got to the front door of the apartment, opened the door and threw his clothes out into the hallway.  “Furthermore,” she continued, “you are one of the stupidest shit pigs that I have ever had the misfortune to deal with.  You are not worthy of me and obviously I will not be calling on you again.”  With that she ceremoniously pushed his naked ass out of her house into the hall.

       He protested some, “…but, I have a really important meeting in half an hour. I can’t go to my office smelling like this.”

       His words stopped Deelishus dead in her tracks as she was pushing him out the door.  “Smelling like what?” she said, once again showing a great deal of indignation. 

       “Well…, uh…, I stink I smell like shit.” Fred said, trying to carefully form his words in order not to further offend Mistress Deelishus.

       “You see bitch, this is why you will not be one of my future toilet slaves.  A person who is covered in someone else’s shit, yes they would stink.  However, a toilet slave covered in Mistress Deelishus’ shit knows that it smells like a bouquet of flowers and it is an honor and a privilege to smell like my shit. You are obviously not worthy to serve me. Get lost you fucking loser!!!” she said as she slammed the door in his face. Fred gathered up his clothes in the hallway and tried to dress quickly before anyone saw him.

Deelishus went inside and picked up the bag with the bagels and lox.  At least the dumb fuck remembered to bring her breakfast as she requested.  When she opened the bag, to her surprise there were five new crisp one hundred dollar bills inside.  While she was not a mistress who did this for money and did not require tributes like some mistresses did, it always made her feel good to see those who showed some extra appreciation for her time.  Perhaps she may reconsider and keep Fred on her list, but he needed an awful lot of work.  She’d have to think about it.

       As she sat there eating her bagel and lox, she thought how delicious the smoked salmon was and what a wonderful taste it had.  She looked through her schedule to see which slave she would call to use for her evening shit.  She thought what a great meal her slave would have when she took a shit later on, after eating this scrumptious breakfast.