Prince Daniel was in an extremely uncomfortable position. He had been serving his mistress, Princess Nikki, for several months now, and she had yet to relieve him of his full duties. As a part of his servitude, he was expected to clean up after her, no matter how messy or disgusting the task might be.
However, the one thing Princess Nikki had never done was piss or shit on him. This had become a source of immense frustration for him as he longed for his mistress to completely dominate him in this way as well.
One day, Prince Daniel decided to broach the subject with her. He carefully selected his words, not wanting to offend her but needing her to understand how much this meant to him. "My Lady, might I humbly request that you allow me the honor of being pissed and shat upon?"
Princess Nikki raised an eyebrow in curiosity but didn't show any sign of anger. "Really, Daniel? You want that?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.
"Yes, my Lady. It would be my greatest privilege," he replied, bowing his head in submission.
Princess Nikki considered his request for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Very well then, Daniel. Prepare yourself."
With these words, she stepped into a private chamber and closed the door behind her. Prince Daniel remained outside, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear. What was about to happen to him? Would his mistress's stream strike him or would she simply potty on the floor for him to clean up?
After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened, and Princess Nikki emerged, wearing a completely different expression on her face. She was flushed with excitement and satisfaction. She held a glass of her own urine in one hand and beckoned for him to approach.
Hesitantly, Prince Daniel stepped forward. The smell of her piss filled his nostrils as he leaned closer to her, his lips parting ever so slightly. With a devilish grin, Princess Nikki tilted the glass so that a few drops of her hot, golden liquid spilled over the rim and into his waiting mouth.
He swallowed hastily, causing her to giggle. "Good boy," she purred as she took a step back, looking down at the pool of piss at her feet.
"P-please, my Lady… may I drink more?" Prince Daniel pleaded, his eyes locked onto the puddle of piss on the floor.
Princess Nikki considered this for a moment before shrugging. "Very well, Daniel. But you'll have to taste it first to prove you won't spill any this time."
With these words, she pushed his head forward, forcing him to touch his tongue to the surface of her piss. He closed his eyes and savored the taste, his face twisted into a grimace. When he was done, she allowed him to drink as much as he wanted. He drank greedily, not stopping until the glass was empty.
Just as he was about to thank her, Princess Nikki turned away, revealing her drenched sex. "Now it's time for the shitting part," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. She gestured towards the floor where a small pile of feces remained. "Go ahead. Eat it."
Prince Daniel trembled with fear and excitement as he knelt down to pick up the soft, warm turd. He brought it to his mouth and opened wide, allowing her feces to enter his mouth. As he chewed slowly, savoring the taste of her shit, he felt a new sense of submission and humiliation wash over him.
"That's a good boy," Princess Nikki said, stepping closer to him. She reached down and stroked his hair, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. "Now let's see how well you can serve your purpose."
With that, she grabbed one of her shoes that were covered in filth from outside and pushed it towards him. "Clean my shoe," she commanded, her voice low and commanding.
Prince Daniel nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come next. He knew that this was just the beginning of his new life—a life without shitlessness, where he would be completely and utterly owned by his mistress, Princess Nikki.
