Once upon a time, there was a woman named Valery who lived in a large mansion. She was known as the Scat-Princess due to her unique fetish for fecal matter and urine. Valery had a reputation for being harsh and demanding, but her loyal servants adored her despite the perverse activities she enjoyed.
One day, while cooking in her luxurious kitchen, Valery needed a chair. She looked around but couldn't find anything suitable. That's when she turned to her loyal servant, a man who had been by her side for years. "Hey slave," she said coldly, "I require a chair. You will be my chair."
The servant knew better than to argue with his mistress. He bowed his head submissively and approached her, expecting her to sit on his back or perhaps on a stool in front of him. Instead, she surprised him by grabbing his face with one hand and using it as a seat for her delicate behind.
"This is comfortable," she mused, grinding her hips against his skin. The servant tried not to react, doing his best to remain impassive despite the awkward position he was in. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the pain he knew was coming.
Suddenly, Valery let out a long, wet fart that sounded like a trumpet blast. It emanated from her tight ass and filled the room with its noxious scent. The servant could feel the hot, stinky wind blowing against his face as she continued to coo and smile.
"Oh, that feels nice," she cooed. "You're such a good chair. I think I want to poop on you now." The servant knew what was coming next and instinctively tried to push himself away. But it was too late; before he could even react, Valery released a torrent of thick, hot diarrhea onto his face.
It splattered against his cheeks, nose, and mouth, filling his senses with the awful taste and smell of her feces. He couldn't breathe through his nose or mouth; all he could do was endure the indignity of being used as a human toilet seat by his cruel mistress.
But even in this horrifying situation, the servant couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction knowing that he was serving his beloved Scat-Princess in the only way he knew how. As she continued to defecate on him, he closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for whatever came next.
