Scat-Princess Mini Series - Mistress looks down on Scat Slave Part 2 Britany

The Grand Hall echoed with the sounds of heels clicking against the marble floor, as Mistress Scat-Princess stepped confidently towards her new scat slave. She was a vision of dominance, dressed all in black, her leather corset accentuating every curve of her perfect figure. The slave knelt before her, trembling with anticipation and dread, his gaze fixed on the floor. Mistress Scat-Princess approached him slowly, savoring the moment of power she held over him. With a flick of her wrist, she pushed him to the ground face first, his nose flattening against the cold tile. He whimpered softly as she straddled his lower back, her thighs clad in shiny black fishnets rubbing against his bare skin. "Aren't you a pathetic little creature?" she purred, her sharp nails digging into his shoulders. "You are nothing but a worthless piece of excrement to me. And now it's time for you to eat your fill." She leaned forward, her armored breasts pressing against his spine and lowered her panties to reveal her glistening anus. The stench of ass and urine almost made him gag, but he held his breath, determined not to displease her. The first spurt of diarrhea landed on his tongue, followed by a steady stream of thick, hot shit. He opened his mouth wide, taking more of the foul-tasting mess inside. "This is what you are to me," she said, her voice eerily calm. "A toilet to be used and abused." As he continued to lap up her filthy offering, she reached down and smeared some of the shit across his face, rubbing it into his eyes. He squinted against the stinging sensation, not daring to wipe it away. Now that he was her toilet slave, there was no escaping her dirty desires. Mistress Scat-Princess shifted her weight on his back and he felt her piss trickling down his spine. She giggled softly as he wiggled, trying desperately to avoid her urine. "Does it tickle?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're such a baby about it. Here, I'll help you drink it up." She yanked his hair brutally, forcing him to tilt his head back. Warm piss streamed down his throat, filling his mouth and causing him to gag. He choked and sputtered, spitting out some of the liquid as she laughed cruelly. Finally, she moved away, leaving him lying in a puddle of his own filth and hers. He looked up at her, his eyes pleading for mercy, but she just shook her head dismissively. "You're pathetic," she said, turning her back on him. "But then again, that's why I love you. Now get up and clean yourself off. I don't want your filth on my floor." Reluctantly, he crawled to his feet, feeling the sticky mess clinging to his skin. He knew there would be no escape from her twisted games, not now that he was hers. And all he could do was endure her vile treatment, hoping for a tiny sliver of pleasure in the midst of his degradation.