As evening fell, Princess Diana returned home, feeling tired but satisfied after a long day at the palace. She yawned, kicked off her luxurious heels by the front door, and made her way upstairs to the lavish bedroom she shared with her lover Prince James. As she walked past her enormous four-poster bed, something sticking out from under it caught her eye.
With curiosity piqued, Diana knelt down and reached under the massive wooden slab to grab whatever it was that she had seen. Her fingers closed around a pair of legs clad in designer trousers, and she yelped in surprise. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty room.
No reply came, but Diana could feel the body moving ever so slightly beneath the bed. She carefully pulled the intruder out from his hiding place, not believing her eyes at what she saw. There, on his knees and staring up at her with wide eyes filled with fear and anticipation, was her toilet slave.
Her heart raced with excitement at the thought of what he might have endured while hidden beneath her bed. "Hello, my little toilet slave," she purred, running her manicured nails down his cheek. "It seems I have quite a dirty job for you tonight."
The slave's gaze flicked nervously between her twinkling eyes, and he shook his head slightly. "P-Princess Diana, please..." he stammered. "I've done n-nothing wrong! I was just h-hiding down there..."
"Oh, but you have, my little toilet slave," she replied sweetly, ignoring the puddle of urine that had formed at his feet. "You know that when a royal like me calls for your services, you must obey without question."
He swallowed hard and nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered. "What would you like m-me to do?"
Diana smiled wickedly, the corners of her mouth turning up just enough to reveal her fangs. "I want you to eat all of Princess Valery's poop," she whispered into his ear, feeling the shudder of disgust that ran through his body. "She should be here any moment now, and when she does, you are to bow down before her throne, naked as the day you were born, and beg for the honor of taking her shit into your mouth."
The slave whimpered softly, tears beginning to well up in his terrified eyes. "P-please, Mistress," he begged. "I can't d-do that. I won't survive it."
Diana's eyes flashed with anger, and she smacked him hard across the face. "You will do as you're told, toilet slave," she growled. "Or I shall find another who is more compliant."
The slave nodded quickly, his face stinging from her blow. "Yes, Mistress," he murmured, bowing his head in submission.
Just then, the door to the bedroom opened, and in walked Princess Valery. She was an exquisite creature, with long, golden locks and eyes that shone like emeralds. She was dressed in the finest silks and satins, her body barely concealed beneath the thin material.
Diana stood up and curtsied deeply, her skirt swirling around her legs. "Your Highness," she said with a smile. "We've been expecting you."
Valery raised an elegant eyebrow and crossed the room, taking her throne-like seat on the enormous bed. "And what is it you have in store for me this evening, dear Diana?" she purred.
"Something special, Your Highness," Diana replied, her voice taking on a husky quality. "The slave that you so kindly gifted me last time is ready and waiting for you."
Valery grinned, a wicked glint appearing in her emerald eyes. "Excellent," she purred. "Bring him before me, slave."
The toilet slave trembled, his knees knocking together as he was pushed forward by Diana's hand on his shoulder. He bowed low before Valery, his head nearly touching the ground. "My Lady Valery," he murmured. "I am yours to command."
Valery leaned back on her throne, her eyes roaming over the slave's trembling body. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. "Rise, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with desire.
With shaking hands, the slave stood up before her, his eyes darting between her glistening lips and the steaming pile of excrement resting in the golden throne beside her. Valery let out a low, reverberating moan as she watched him struggle internally, then smiled coldly. "You remember what happens if you disobey, don't you?"
The slave nodded, his throat bobbing. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered.
Valery lifted her skirts, revealing her perfect, untouched behind to the slave. "Then taste it," she commanded, spreading her cheeks wider to invite him in.
With one final glance at Diana, the toilet slave lowered his head and took the first bite. His eyes rolled back in his head as he took in the taste, and for a moment, it seemed as though he might pass out from the sheer force of Valery's magic. She watched him, a twisted smile on her face, as he choked and gagged, his body convulsing with the effort of swallowing her forbidden treasure.
When he finally managed to take it all in, he opened his eyes to find Valery smiling down at him with satisfaction. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she purred.
The slave shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "No, Mistress," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the ordeal. "It wasn't."
