Scat-Princess Mini Series - Shiteater Handcuffed to the Stairway Part 8 Sharlene

Title: Scat-Princess Mini Series - Shiteater Handcuffed to the Stairway Part 8 Sharlene Tags: Scat-Princess Mini Series, Toilet Slavery As the sun began to peek over the horizon, Prince Roman awoke suddenly from his restful slumber. It had been another long night for the young man as Sharlene and Andrea had kept him busy until well after midnight; much to his discontent. However, his misery was soon compounded when he realized the predicament in which he found himself. His arms were still securely handcuffed behind his back and attached to the stairway, forcing him into an unnatural position that made for an excellent toilet chair. Looking down at himself, he groaned inwardly as he saw the fresh deposits of shit covering his naked body. It was a testament to how busy Sharlene and Andrea had been with him throughout the night. As he shifted uncomfortably on the cold hardwood floor, trying desperately to find some semblance of comfort among the filth that now coated him, a sudden wave of nausea hit him. He realized with horror that he was about to puke, but there was nothing he could do as his body finally succumbed to the overwhelming smell and taste of excrement that surrounded him. Meanwhile, upstairs, Sharlene was in high spirits as she walked barefoot across the luxurious carpet of her bedroom. She hummed softly to herself as she checked her messages on her phone, completely unaware of the pitiful sounds coming from below. She giggled to herself as she read some of the messages, scoffing at those who thought she should give him a break or be more gentle with him. "Oh no, they have no idea what they're talking about," she thought to herself, viciously running a brush through her long auburn hair as she mused over what she could do to the poor slave below. Her mind wandered back to an idea she had seen on the internet, where a woman used a specially designed dildo to force her toilet slave to eat his own shit. It seemed cruel, but the thought of it turned Sharlene on immensely. Suddenly aware of a growling stomach, she shook her head, knowing that she would have to feed the slave soon. With a smug grin on her face, she made her way down the stairs, taking her time to admire the view of the pathetic figure cuffed to the stairway below. "Hmm, let's see what you've been up to," she said, stopping just out of reach of the handcuffs. With a wicked glint in her eye, she pulled out a small pair of silver scissors from nowhere and began snipping at the chain connecting his cuffs. She chuckled as the links fell away one by one, making it easier for her to approach the slave at her leisure. Feeling braver now that she was closer, she crouched down beside him and ran her hand through his matted hair, feeling the sticky residue of shit and puke. Her hand paused for a moment on his mouth, feeling how warm and wet it was. With a sickening smile, she leaned in closer, feeling the heat of his breath on her neck as she whispered in his ear, "Time to clean up your mess... slave." As she pulled away, revealing the most revolting sight possible - a long shit encrusted dildo, he could only stare in horror. "Oh no," he whispered, shaking his head. But it was too late. Before he could even begin to process what was happening, she thrust the dildo into his open mouth, forcing his head down between his own legs. At first, he fought it with all his might, but the weight of his own body and the strength of his Mistress proved to be too much for him. Tears began to stream down his face as he felt the disgusting cock slide slowly down his throat, filling him up with warm syrupy feces. He gagged and retched, but with each breath, more of the foul mixture found its way into his stomach. Meanwhile, Sharlene watched with detached amusement as he struggled to swallow her offering. She grinned, knowing that this was only the beginning of his torture. Reaching down, she grabbed a handful of his greasy hair and used it to force his head further down on the disgusting cock. His eyes bulged out in pure horror, but still he was forced to swallow every last drop of shit that she had to offer. As the last remnants of excrement disappeared down his gullet, Sharlene stood up, stretching her lithe body. "That was half of it," she said with a cold smile, dusting off her hands as if she had just completed some household chore. "You'll have the other half later, but for now," she paused dramatically, "I think it's time for a little change of scenery." Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving the broken and sobbing man cuffed to the staircase behind her. It was going to be a long day for him.