Princess Rachel Evans was fed up with her slave, Toto. He had been assigned to train her personal trainer for the past few days and had barely made any progress. She strode over to where he was working, her high heels clicking on the tile floor. Toto jumped up in surprise, nearly dropping the weights he was holding.
"What do you think you're doing, Toto?" she asked, her voice cold and furious. "I told you to train him, not stand around looking stupid!"
Toto stuttered out an apology, his eyes darting around nervously. Princess Rachel grew impatient with his fearful demeanor. She marched over to him and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close.
"I didn't ask for your excuses," she hissed, her breath hot against his ear. "I want results. And if you can't deliver them, well..."
She trailed off, leaving the threat unspoken but clear. With a sneer, she turned and headed to her private changing room, leaving Toto trembling in her wake.
A few minutes later, Toto heard a familiar sound coming from the changing room. It took him a moment to process what it was- his mistress's voice echoed through the room, accompanied by the squelching sounds of feces hitting skin. He realized that Princess Rachel was taking a massive dump on herself! Toto's heart raced as he contemplated what she might do next.
Sure enough, after a few more moments, Princess Rachel emerged from the changing room, her expensive lingerie now soiled with her own feces. She strutted over to Toto, her hips swinging seductively. Without a word, she bent over and presented her Round, juicy ass to him.
Toto's eyes grew wide as he realized what was expected of him. He hesitantly approached her, his hands shaking as he reached out to lower her panties. As he did so, Princess Rachel let out a slow, knowing smile.
"That's it," she purred. "Now you're going to worship my dirty ass and enjoy every inch of it, aren't you?"
Before Toto could respond, Princess Rachel dropped to her knees in front of him, forcing him to meet her eyes. She pushed him down onto the floor, spreading his legs wide apart. Then, with a sly grin, she straddled his face, her soiled panties now covering his nose and mouth.
Toto gagged as the rancid smell of her feces filled his nostrils. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to push away from her. But it was no use; he was completely at her mercy.
Slowly, Princess Rachel lowered herself onto Toto's face, her soft, warm lips pressing against his. At first, it was just a gentle brush against his skin, but soon she was grinding her hips hard against his face, forcing her shit-covered pussy into his mouth.
Toto whimpered as he tasted her filth, feeling her hot, sticky cum and shit oozing down his throat. He tried to resist, but it was no use; his mind had been reduced to a state of helpless arousal.
As she rode him hard, Princess Rachel reached down and grabbed his cock, jerking him off roughly. She laughed as she felt him cum against her hand, his seed mixing with her own feces and pussy juices.
Finally, she pulled away, leaving Toto gasping for air. She descended from her throne and stood over him, a look of triumph in her eyes.
"Now do you understand?" she purred. "You're mine to use as I please, slave. And if I ever forget that again, I'll just have to remind you."
Toto could only nod weakly, his mind still reeling from the experience. Princess Rachel smiled, satisfied with his response. With a flick of her wrist, she dismissed him, leaving him to clean up the mess they'd made.
