Contessa Calucci and I had an extraordinary plan for our teenage female slave, KV-Teen, along with a new potential toilet slave. We placed the young woman in an awkward position, with her curvy bottom hovering directly over the open mouth of the waiting individual. It was clear that this was going to be an intimate and humiliating experience for them both.
Our next step was to introduce a can of whipped cream, which we affectionately referred to as our "cream princess," into the equation. We slowly injected it into KV-Teen's tight, round bottom, careful not to exceed her limits. As the pressure from the can grew, so did her discomfort. The hissing sound of the propellant mixed in with her gasps of surprise and fear created a unique sense of excitement for us.
Once the cream had sufficiently filled up her delicate entrance, we gave her a command: to expel everything from her well-stuffed rear onto the eager slave's face. Flustered yet obedient, KV-Teen reluctantly released a torrent of hot air mixed with the creamy substance, covering the unlucky slave's face and hair. The smell was intoxicating; a blend of sweetness and excrement.
But that wasn't all. As KV-Teen caught her breath, she revealed that her act of expulsion wasn't limited to just cream - she'd inserted a generous portion of her own soft, warm feces into the mix. The stunned slave's mouth was now filled with the tangy taste of his freshly deposited treat. His eyes widened in shock and humiliation as he realized what he'd just received.
"Now," we commanded, "make sure he tastes every bit of it."
KV-Teen dutifully pressed her lips against the slave's quivering nose, her own petite frame shaking with anticipation at what was to come next. She gently urged him to open his mouth, and as he did so, she let out a long, warm stream of urine that fell onto his face and into his mouth. We watched with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction as he choked down the hot liquid mixed with the creamy, fecal cocktail already covering his face.
Finally, we instructed KV-Teen to clean up her own mess by licking the slave's smeared mouth and beard before returning to her knees. She complied without hesitation, her tongue darting out to gather every last drop of the foul mixture from the slave's kiss-swollen lips. We couldn't help but admire her devotion to serving us even in the most degrading of situations.
The new toilet slave wasn't so lucky; he was now forced to endure a face full of scat-filled whipped cream, urine and KV-Teen's saliva. But that was the price of servitude in our household. We were overjoyed at the adrenaline rush that came from their extreme actions, and KV-Teen performed magnificently. We couldn't wait to see what other tasks we could come up with for them to perform together.
