Scat-Princess Mini Series - Coocing and Pooping Part 4 Else

In the midst of preparing a sumptuous meal in her kitchen, the Scat-Princess, Else, found herself in need of a seat. Her enslaved toilet slave, held captive in the neighboring room, sensed her approaching footsteps and instinctively knew what was about to unfold.

"Hey slave," Else's commanding voice echoed through the thin wall separating the rooms. "You will be my chair." Within seconds, the toilet slave pushed open the door, his face contorted with fear and anticipation. He stumbled forward, his hands gripping the edges of the wooden chair as if it were a lifeline, eyes locked onto the glimmering golden crown atop his mistress's head.

Else watched, her heart racing with anticipation, as he struggled to maintain his balance beneath her considerable weight. "You look like you need a release, slave," she purred, expertly teasing the naive man who had foolishly fallen under her spell. And with that, she felt a warm sensation deep inside her bowels, an urge that had been building ever since she had first sat on his face.

"Open wide, slave," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "Here it comes." The slave's eyes widened in disbelief as he felt the familiar pressure building up within him. It was as if he were being swallowed whole by some great beast from beyond his wildest imagination. And then, there it was: the unmistakable sensation of warm, wet flesh engulfing him from every direction as the Scat-Princess let loose a torrent of steaming feces onto his face and neck.

For what seemed like an eternity, time stood still as Else savored this moment of ultimate power and submission. She squeezed her eyes shut and allowed herself to fall into a state of blissful ecstasy, her body trembling with the sheer force of her orgasmic release. Meanwhile, the toilet slave remained frozen beneath her,his muscles locked in rigor mortis as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened to him.

When she finally came down from her high, Else opened her eyes and smiled down at her helpless toy. "Thank you, slave," she whispered softly before standing up and brushing off her skirt. "You may clean yourself now." With that, she turned and walked back into her kitchen, leaving him there to deal with the mess she had made.