Sitting in the dimly lit club, Nicole watched as couples gyrated to the thumping bass of the music on the dance floor. A small smile played at the corners of her lips as she imagined the reactions of the two men tied underneath the stage, helplessly submitting to their new role in life. It had been a few weeks since she had brought them into her employ, and they had proven to be quite resourceful despite their initial resistance.
She first met them during her regular morning jog around the park. They were both rough around the edges but possessed an unyielding determination that intrigued her. Nicole, known as the Scat-Princess by many, had grown tired of shallow relationships and desired someone who would be truly devoted to her unconventional desires. As it turned out, these two men were just what she had been looking for.
Over time, she had introduced them to her lifestyle - incorporating excrement into their diet and forcing them to perform degrading acts such as crawling on all fours and kissing her feet. At first, they resisted, but she was patient and persistent. Eventually, they surrendered, eager for her love and attention. With each passing day, they grew more accepting of their new roles as her personal toilets - wiping her bare bottom, licking up every drop of urine and feces she left behind.
One night, she took them to a secluded warehouse where she revealed the ultimate test of their devotion: being tied under a toilet at a popular club. The idea excited her; she loved shocking people with her taboo preferences. She couldn't wait to see the expressions on their faces when they saw their 'masterpiece' being presented on stage.
As the night went on, the drinks flowed freely, and the music got louder. Nicole strutted up to the DJ booth, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she searched for an unsuspecting victim to share the experience with her. Spotting a couple dancing closely, she grinned deviously and made her way towards them.
"Hey guys, would you mind taking a break?" She asked, her voice laced with sugar and venom. "I have something special planned for you tonight."
Their eyes widened in surprise but followed her to the glistening black stage. The spotlight shone brightly onto the massive toilet bowl suspended from the ceiling, its contents shifting with every move it made. Nicole clapped her hands together in excitement as the music stopped, and the crowd grew silent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce my two permanent toilets," She announced, indicating towards the tied-up men beneath the stage. "They're here tonight to serve you all, so please don't be shy."
Shrieks of horror echoed through the club as people witnessed the reality of what was happening. Nicole couldn't contain her laughter as she grabbed a handful of one man's hair and forced his face into the mess in the toilet bowl. His eyes watered from the stench, but he didn't resist. She knew he was committed to his new role now.
As the night progressed, she entertained different patrons, allowing them to use the "services" of her toilets. Some were hesitant at first but eventually gave in to the thrill of the taboo act. The men beneath the stage looked up at their former lives with disgust, thankful for the escape from their old identities. They had become lost souls seeking acceptance, and they found it in being used as disposal units for Nicole's waste.
Before leaving, Nicole leaned down and whispered into their ears. "Remember, you're mine now," her voice was thick with authority. "This is your purpose, and you will fulfill it to the best of your abilities."
With that, she strutted off the stage, leaving behind two broken men and a room full of shocked onlookers. For her, this was just another night of pushing boundaries and exploring the depths of human nature. But for them, it was a hard lesson in submission and the realization that they were now officially part of the Scat-Princess's collection.
