Part 4 of the Scat-Princess mini series, "Another Day in the Office," continues to explore the darker sides of power dynamics and human fetishism. In this installment, we find the beautiful and Domme-like Merica engrossed in her online activities on Facebook, seemingly unaware of the unpleasant task that awaits her.
Sitting across from Merica is her loyal slave, his heart racing with anticipation and dread as he catches glimpses of her rounded behind clad in tight, dark-colored yoga pants. The delicious aroma of her feces wafts through the air, teasing his nostrils and intimate zones even further.
As Merica absentmindedly scrolls through her social media feed, oblivious to the growing stench around her, the slave musters up enough courage to clear his throat and gently tap on Merica's shoulder. Startled by the sudden interruption, she turns around, revealing a puzzled expression which quickly morphs into amusement upon seeing him.
"Oh, hi there, my little toilet slave," she says playfully, leaning back against her office chair. She casually swings one of her toned legs over the armrest, revealing even more of her shapely suburban princess ass. "What do you want?"
The scent of her ass intensifies as she shifts position, and it becomes almost impossible for the slave to contain himself any longer. He can feel hot waves of arousal coursing through his veins, in spite of – or perhaps because of – the repulsive nature of their 'relationship'.
"Well, uh, Mistress Merica," he stutters nervously, "You told me to remind you when it's time for your...'cleansing' routine."
Merica's eyes widen in surprise and delight. Despite herself, she finds humor in his predicament. "Oh really?" she says with a sly smile, arching an eyebrow in anticipation. "And how will you know when it's time?"
Suddenly, the slave realizes his mistake. He should have known better; this was all part of her cruel game. But it was too late now; he had already sniffed out her intention like a faithful hound dog. His face contorts into a mask of fear and desperation as he pleads with her not to make him partake in such a disgusting act.
"Please Mistress Merica," he begs, his voice quivering with trepidation. "I can't do it."
Merica's smile widens, revealing one perfectly aligned, gleaming white tooth after another. "Oh, but you will," she purrs menacingly, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "You have no choice."
Without further ado, Merica leans over the side of the desk, spreading her cheeks wide apart for maximum exposure and effect. As if in slow motion, the slave watches in horror as a massive log of turd slides out of her tight ass crack and lands with a splat on his face. The putrid stench fills the room, causing him to gag and retch uncontrollably.
"Breathe in deep," Merica encourages him coldly. "It's all part of the experience."
Despite his best efforts, the slave cannot resist inhaling the foul aroma of shit that now engulfs him. He feels like he's going to pass out from the overwhelming smell and the revulsion coursing through his veins.
As he struggles to come to terms with his predicament, Merica sits back on her chair, hands clasped behind her head, watching with detached amusement as her toilet slave submits to her every whim. She knows this power she holds over him is twisted and warped, yet it fills her with an indescribable sense of pleasure.
And so, another day in the office unfolds...
