As the excited slave kneeled before her, Jessy smiled cruelly, tugging at the hard throbbing dildo still buried deep within his ass. She had transformed into the feared Scat-Princess, ruling her realm with an iron fist dipped in shit.
"Suck it up, slave," she commanded, releasing the dildo from her hand and pushing his face deeper into her filthy crotch. "Taste every last drop of your mistress's diarrhea."
The pathetic creature couldn't help but do as he was told, his tongue lapping up the salty, fecal nectar as it flowed from her. He had been trained well; he knew better than to resist or disobey his queen.
"Mmm, that's a good little toilet slave," Jessy cooed, her fingers idly toying with his still-puckered asshole. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."
Reaching behind him, she grabbed a large metal tube and attached it to the entrance of his ass, positioning it to catch the stream of putrid waste escaping from her body. As she felt the first warm rush of liquid filling the tube, her heart raced with anticipation.
"Swallow it all, slave," she hissed, her voice low and menacing. "Every drop of my diarrhea is yours to consume."
The slave moaned in submission, his tongue curling around the metal rod as he began to suck greedily at the filth filling the tube. With each passing moment, Jessy felt her control slipping away; the intense pleasure of watching her slave suffer so while she was in such bliss was too much to bear.
"Oh god, yes," she gasped, collapsing onto the floor in a messy heap as the contents of her bowels were forced from her body. "Take it all, my little toilet slave. Make sure every last bit ends up in that filthy mouth of yours."
And so he did, lapping up every drop of his mistress's diarrhea until the final, sticky strand was gone. As he lay there, spent and aching, Jessy reached down to grab him by the hair once more. She pulled his face up to meet hers, their eyes locking in an intense stare.
"Now clean up your mess," she purred, her voice laced with menace. "And remember, your job is to make me feel this way every day. Because when you're gone, there's nobody else who can make me feel the way you do."
With those chilling words still ringing in his ears, the slave began to lick and clean the diarrhea from her body, his tongue tracing every inch of her skin. He knew there was no escape; he belonged to her now, body and soul.
