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WARNING: THIS REVIEW CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF BS/SCAT PLAY.

Reaching into the blender, Mistress Billie extracted a small (1/2 inch) piece of her brown. She showed it to me, referred to it as a "lozenge", then placed it on my tongue and told me to hold it in my mouth. I did as instructed - there was no unpleasant taste and very little reaction from me. As Mistress Billie walked back to the rear of the bench she mentioned that she felt pressure and that a big BM was coming. All of a sudden - I felt a great deal of pressure and discomfort in my anal region as Mistress Billie was pulling hard on the air tube to the fully inflated bladder that was still in my ass. This time she got a reaction from me - it felt as if she was trying to pull the Goodyear blimp out of the Holland Tunnel!

Mistress Billie came back up front, saw a few drops of piss on the floor and wiped the area with a wad of toilet paper. Holding the dirty TP in front of my face she sternly told me to lick it. For me this was a very nasty request - and I considered declining, but she then made eye contact with me......I licked the TP to her satisfaction. With little fanfare - she then announced "It's coming". Displaying her perfect feet she removed her pink pumps, spun and squatted over the blender jar. First one, and then a second 3-inch glistening brown log emerged and then fell with a plop into the glass blender jar. I was getting VERY EXCITED mumbling OMG, OMG, OMG ....then Mistress Billie made a few low level noises, shifted her stance a bit - and slowly pushed her 7-inch scatological masterpiece out. There was a crackling sound as it emerged and a thud as it went into the bender jar - standing. Her movement complete MB became highly energized - wiping her ass with a wad of TP, shoving it under my nose and then into my face. She then picked the jar up to my face and had this life-long ass fetishist look at and smell his beautiful reward....it was glorious, it smelled a great kind of musky and I was heading fast again into sub-space. Then in one of those rare session moments that you don't soon forget - little miss Betty Crocker-Paige-Lechter raised the jar up to her eye level and announced "This needs more liquid". With that - she dropped the jar between her legs and gushed in about 3 more inches of her clear warm golden reserve.

Placing the jar into the blender base - Mistress Billie then added her final recipe ingredient - 3 large gobs of her spit. She crouched right in front of me, put the rubber lid on, and gave me a quick smile and knowing look. Bracing the lid with her left hand (very smart) - she reached out and stabbed the blend button (#2) for about 8 seconds...lifting the jar she pointed out the many dark brown chunks swirling in the ice-coffee colored liquid.....I was just speechless. Back onto the base - she punched the puree button (#8) for about 10 seconds.....now we were staring at a much thicker and even puree.....both of us like mad fetishists just ohing and ahhing. However, with the possible exception of a roto-rooter man, no one could have been prepared for the olfactory assault that ocurred when Mistress Billie pealed the lid off.....a wave of a super foul stench hit us and in unison we both recoiled and yelled EUUUUUUUUW. Billie was laughing and I was just mumbling Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck, Oh Fuck. Dr Billie DuPont then speculated that the foul stench may have been caused by the Urine being airated with the feces....what a riot and I was laughing too.

Mistress Billie then yanked the jar up right to my face and commanded that I smell it. For me this was the "moment of truth" -- I strained my neck away from the jar, looked directly at her and at that very moment I WAS ALL IN!! I exhaled and then jamed my face forward into the jar and inhaled deeply through my nose. It was so wrong, it was right.

Then I just opened up emotionally (like never before in session) saying things that I had never even thought about, revealing things, some very embarrassing things that I'm not comfortable sharing here. I just kept saying to her "I said anything - so do it....JUST DO WHATEVER YOU WANT". At the same time I was pleading with my eyes and essentially green lighting her to blow past my primary agreed to hard limit of "No Consumption". Another sadist, and I believe many pro Dommes would have blew past that discussed and agreed to hard limit at that highly charged session moment. Mistress Billie did not. She is about control, and thankfully for me - in control. Instead, she had an alternate session finale in mind.

The session terminated with Mistress Billie crouched right above me laughing hysterically. I was lying on my back on the floor - in a joyful, blathering, quivering, post orgasmic state - covered from crotch to neck in a horific puree (of not less than 4 bodily fluids/solids) that had been carefully poured from Mistress Billie's BLENDER JAR! I will never forget the joy on on her face as she leaned in and slowly poured that foul and filthy mixture (from south to north).....and the urgency I felt as as I furiously masturbated to completion - to avoid a face full of Mistress Billie's rich sewer blend.

Thank you for everything Mistress Billie.

I need to go take another shower.
~Dtm

~Dtm: Seeing her Strap-On....I knew I was in for a heart pounding experience!

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