WARNING! This story contains heavy scat play, including themes of scat eating and toilet slavery. If this isn't to your liking, turn back now.
One thing I have quickly learned is to be careful. There is always a mistake to be made somewhere; a seat belt unbuckled, or in my case, a door unlocked. I moved in to my new apartment a couple of weeks back and I was just getting used to the place. It was a quaint little studio apartment, intended to be temporary housing as I saved up to buy a house. My landlord was this sweet thirty-something year old woman named Helen, and she would frequently come by to chat. I was new to the area and had very little friends outside of work, so I appreciated the company. She was very intrusive, though, as I would soon find out.
I decided to take some me-time after work. I found out that we were going to have some very tight deadlines on some upcoming projects, and that meant that the next week would be spent almost exclusively on work. I got home and booted up my computer before scrolling through some porn. After what felt like an eternity, I finally found a video that seemed interesting. It was your typical toilet-slavery video you would find, just with higher video quality. That was always a problem for me. A lot of the human toilet porn I would find had lighting issues, a cheap camera, a bad cameraman, or in a lot of cases, all three.
I played the video and kicked back in my chair, stroking for a little bit before the I got to the meat of the video. The domme was squatting over the slave's face, a turd making its way into the slaves mouth. Just then, I heard my door open.
"What the fuck!" Helen screamed.
I jumped up out of fear. I tried to explain but the words just wouldn't come out of my mouth.
"I knew there was something off about you," Helen said. She walked in to my apartment and closed the door behind her. "Is that scat porn?"
"You really should have knocked," I replied. I had no idea why I said that, I really was in no position to be snappy. I immediately knew it would bite me in the ass.
"Shut up. What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you like shit?" she said. She had a look of disgust on her face as she stared me down, dick still erect.
All I could say was, "What?" I was worried. I didn't know what she planned on doing. My mind was racing. Would she evict me? Or worse, would she tell everyone about this?
"You want women to shit in your mouth? Is that it?" she asked.
"I- Uh..." I stammered.
"I don't care. You do you..." she said. She turned right around and left, closing the door behind her. I didn't know what to think or do. I was even hornier than before. Getting caught, being told how disgusting I am did something to me. I ended up finishing and going to bed.
--The next morning--
I woke up to knocking on the door. I crawled out of bed and grabbed a robe, before making my way to the door. I was surprised to see Helen standing in front of me.
"Good morning!" Helen greeted me.
"Morning," I responded to the best of my ability. I was still groggy from having just woken up. "Come on in" I said quietly.
She made her way into my apartment. "I'll put on a pot of coffee," she said.
"Ok" I barely acknowledged. I made my way to my bedroom as I heard her clattering around in my kitchen. I put on the bare minimum of clothes to look somewhat presentable, some gym shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way back into the kitchen.
