Toilet Slaves Scatology - Princess Punishes Daddy with Puke and Feces Eating! - Part 3

"Well, Daddy?" She purred, raising an eyebrow daringly, "Did you enjoy your snack?" The man, Lord Fernando, groaned in response, his face smeared with his own vomit, tears streaming down his cheeks. He could barely speak, his body aching from the onslaught of humiliation and pleasure she'd subjected him to. "I... I apologize, My Lady," he managed to stammer out between gulps of air, "I failed you." Lucaya clapped her hands together demonically before approaching him again, her fingers trailing through the puddle of puke on the floor. With a sickening smile, she scoops some up with her fingertips and forces it back into his mouth. "No, no, Daddy," she chided playfully, "You didn't apologize properly. Now, say it like you mean it." He nodded, defeated, and tried again. This time, she was satisfied with his response and flashed him another sadistic grin. "That's better," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's make sure you clean up your mess." And with that, she begins picking up the remaining vomit from their bathroom floor, squishing it between her manicured fingers before stuffing it back into his mouth one clump at a time. His cheeks bulged as he struggled to swallow each mouthful, his body shuddering with disgust and arousal. When there's no more vomit left on the ground, Lucaya stands over him once again. She examines him with a satisfied smile before sighing dramatically. "Why did you have to be such a good boy?" She pouted, tapping her ruby red nails against her bottom lip. And with that, she lifted her lacy black thong, revealing her plump, round ass cheeks to him. He moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his face, her body weight forcing his head into her soft folds of skin. "Lick me, Daddy," she commanded, grinding her hips against his face. His tongue darted out, eager to taste her sweet nectar. "And when you're done with that, suck on my clit." His mouth opened obediently, and he slurped up her juices greedily. She let out a high-pitched squeal of pleasure as he lavished attention on her. And when she was certain he'd had enough, she pulled herself away and stood up, her thong now damp with his saliva. Finally, she turns her attention to the toilet and sighs contentedly. "Now for the grand finale," she murmured under her breath as she lowered herself onto the cold porcelain bowl. The sound of her panties being lowered echoes throughout the room, and soon after, there's a loud "splash" as she releases her anal load into the toilet. Her heart races with excitement as she gazes down at what she's created - a steaming pile of her own feces staring up at her. She chuckles wickedly before reaching in and scooping up a handful, bringing it up to her lips. "It's only fair that you taste what you make me do, Daddy." With a slow, deliberate motion, she slips it into his open mouth, savoring the look of disgust and arousal on his face as he chews and swallows. And when there's no more left in her hand, she drops to her knees next to him and leans in close, whispering seductively in his ear. "Don't forget what I told you earlier, Daddy. You're mine, and I'll use you however I please." And with that, she stands up, leaving him there kneeling in a pool of his own vomit and hers, breathing heavily, his mind reeling from the erotic torment he's just endured.