I sought expert advice from my aesthetician for an elite facial care regimen tailored specifically for my slave. However, instead of purchasing expensive products, I decided to utilize my wisdom by substituting them with organic alternatives – after all, why should I squander money on such a worthless creature? With a mouthful of saliva teeming with germs, I thoroughly cleanse his visage before moving on to the pièce de résistance: a fecal mask. For added nourishment, I generously sprinkle his countenance with my golden shower, followed by spreading a copious amount of my warm cocoa excrement onto every inch of his skin. As I meticulously massage it into his flesh, he slowly consumes the remnants of the facade, savoring each bite as if it were ambrosia fit for the gods themselves. Unfortunately, due to his sluggishness, there are some residuals left behind; thus, without hesitation, I smear the excess across his torso until he resembles the perfect specimen of servitude.
in Scat