Scat and Piss Femdom - Nikki eats first

Princess Nikki stands regally in a beautiful gown, her crown shimmering in the light. She holds a royal scepter in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. Her slave kneels before her, eagerly awaiting his turn to taste the exquisite meal she has prepared. "Oh, but first," says the princess, her voice dripping with seduction. "You must understand your place. You are here to serve me, my faithful pig. And before you eat, I must feed you something else first." She pauses dramatically, taking a sip of her wine before walking over to a gold-trimmed chamber pot. With a smug smile, she dips her finger into the thick, steaming mess inside and drags it slowly across her plump lips. "Mmmm, that's right," she purred. "You will eat my shit before you eat your own meal." As the slave's eyes widen in horror, Nikki mounts the satin-covered throne and commands him to his knees. She leans back, inviting him forward as she spreads her royal cheeks wide apart. "Come now, don't be shy," she teases. "I know you love the taste of it - slave." He hesitates for only a moment before burying his face between her plump, round ass cheeks. He sniffs tentatively at the scent radiating from her perfect rosebud before slowly parting her cheeks and taking a tentative taste. As he begins to lick and suck on her delicious shit, Nikki groans in pleasure, arching her back and running her fingers through his hair. She revels in the power she holds over him, the control she can exert simply by giving him her waste to consume. Finally, when she deems him ready, she commands him to stand and face her once again. With a wave of her hand, she dismisses the sumptuous dinner that was prepared for her slave and motions for him to kneel before her plate instead. "Now," she says, smirking as she picks up a golden fork and knife. "You may eat what's left. But don't forget - you had your fill of my shit first." The slave looks down at the plate, filled with morsels of food that had once belonged to his queen. He glances back up at her, eyes pleading for forgiveness or understanding, but all he sees is the smirk that still plays across her lips. With a deep breath, he dips his head and begins to eat: each bite tasting sweeter than the last, knowing that he has pleased his mistress enough to earn this small treat. As he savors every morsel, he can't help but fantasize about the next time he'll find himself on his knees before his beautiful princess, ready and willing to taste her exquisite shit again.