In part three of the scat-princess mini series, Mistress Aoi had declared that her slave would not only consume six portions of her toilet waste but also clean it from the kitchen floor with his tongue. She used his tongue as a bowling ball, forcing him to scavenge her contaminated mess with his face and clean it up with the tip of his tongue. As punishment for failing to complete his task properly, she made him stand in the middle of the room until morning while she slept peacefully.
Now in part four of this erotic tale, our narrator is back in the kitchen suffering under the brutal rule of Mistress Aoi. His body ached from standing all night as his exhausted state made it difficult for him to maintain his balance. The princess approached him with an evil smile on her face, clearly pleased by his predicament. She placed a seven-scoop toilet trowel beside him, filled to the brim with fresh feces from her bathroom.
Without any hesitation, she raised her foot and stomped on his chest, pushing him down onto his knees forcefully. She grew impatient and raised her voice at him, "What are you waiting for? You haven't finished your job yet!" With tears streaming down his face, he leaned forward, his mouth watering uncontrollably from the stench of excrement and desperation.
Mistress Aoi placed the first scoop of feces in front of him, tempting him to taste it. Slowly at first, the repulsed slave's tongue began probing the soft, warm shit. He found himself once again drawn by the combination of fear, arousal and humiliation — a combination that drove him to consume more than he could have ever imagined.
As he struggled to swallow one scoop after another, the slave felt himself growing increasingly weak. His head started to spin as he tried to process the overwhelming taste and texture of the toilet waste in his mouth. He could feel his insides twisting and turning, protesting against what he was doing.
Despite this, Mistress Aoi continued to heap more and more poop onto his tongue until he had consumed seven portions in total. She watched with hidden delight as he gagged and choked on the last mouthful, his eyes rolling back in his head from the disgusting yet addictive taste. Finally satisfied, she ordered him back onto his feet and began cleaning the filth off the floor using his tongue as a mop.
As he lay on the floor exhausted, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. The thought of another night on the kitchen floor under Mistress Aoi's cruel reign filled him with fear and anticipation. Would she force him to eat even more? Or perhaps there was something else she had planned for him? One thing was certain — his body trembled with both fear and excitement as he awaited his mistress's next command.
