As night began to fall, the Scat-Princess and her companion found themselves in the kitchen, their minds filled with increasingly dark fantasies. They had been searching for ways to push their shared limits further, seeking new depths of depravity to explore together. Their latest idea involved putting one of the Princess's slaves through an unimaginable trial.
The man in question had done nothing wrong; he was merely another of her property, like any other piece of furniture or clothing. However, he was about to become much more than that—he would be transformed into an object of both humiliation and excitement for the two sadistic individuals before him.
The first step was to prepare the room itself. The Scat-Princess rolled out a fresh layer of newspaper over the floor tiles, ensuring that everything would be clean and easy to dispose of once they were finished. She placed a large, shiny bowl in the center of the room, filling it with fresh water.
Her companion found a selection of brightly colored plastic gloves and smoothed them out on the table, before carefully arranging a row of assorted toys along one side. There was a small dildo made of rubber, a vibrating egg with a textured coating, and a thin, curved object that resembled some kind of shoehorn.
They both turned their attention to the slave, who was bound tightly with rope and struggling feebly against his bonds. The Scat-Princess smiled cruelly as she approached him, running one finger lightly down his chest towards his groin.
"Now then, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "It's time for you to earn your keep. I want you to kneel down in front of that bowl and show me what a good little toilet-slave you can be."
The man trembled as he knelt before the bowl, feeling the cool tile beneath his knees. The Scat-Princess knelt beside him, rolling up one of the bright pink gloves and pushing it onto her hand. She grinned as she reached forward and grasped his penis, pulling it roughly towards her.
"First things first," she murmured, gripping him firmly and pressing her rubber-clad hand against his face. "Open wide and say 'Ahh'."
The man's eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen. He tried to pull away, but the ropes held him fast. With a muffled whimper, he obeyed, opening his mouth as wide as he could. The Scat-Princess pushed her other hand into his mouth, forcing him to take in the scent of her gloved fingers and the cold, slippery surface of the glove.
She pushed her hand back out of his mouth, then dipped it into the bowl of water. Her fingers emerged dripping wet, and she shook them playfully before pushing them back into his mouth again. This time, when she pulled her hand away, it was coated in a thick layer of chocolate syrup.
She repeated this process several more times, each time replacing her fingers with a different coating—whipped cream, jam, honey. The man gagged and spluttered, unable to keep up with the onslaught of strange and disgusting tastes invading his mouth.
Finally, the Scat-Princess withdrew her hand and gestured towards the bowl of water on the floor. "Now," she said, her voice cold and commanding, "clean up that mess."
Slowly, the man leaned forward and tentatively dipped his face into the bowl. He gagged as the cold waterhit his face, then began to lap at it greedily, trying to wash away the sticky goop that coated his tongue and lips.
"That's a good boy," cooed the Scat-Princess, running her fingers through his hair. "Now we can really get started." And with that, she reached into the pile of toys and selected the smallest one, smiling approvingly as it disappeared into the slave's gaping mouth.
Part 2: Toilet Slavery - Man Eats from Toilet Bowl
