Scat and Piss Femdom - Lick my piss from the toillet

In the luxurious chambers of the Palace, Princess Nikki stood above her marble toilet, her elegant robes flowing around her like a waterfall. She was in the mood for some self-indulgence and decided to have a little fun at the expense of her loyal toilet slave. With much amusement, she released a torrent of warm, golden piss directly onto the cold porcelain surface.

The pungent aroma filled the air as the yellow-brown liquid pooled at the bottom of the toilet bowl. Nikki scrutinized her handiwork with satisfaction, noticing small droplets of her urine clinging to the sides of the bowl. She couldn't help but chuckle deviously. This would be quite a surprise for the unsuspecting slave when he returned.

Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing the trembling toilet slave. He trembled in fear as he gazed upon the mess before him. His eyes went wide with shock when he saw Princess Nikki leaning casually against the sink, her expression one of amusement. "Welcome, my pathetic little toilet slave," she purred, her voice dripping with disdain.

The slave knelt before the toilet, his head bowed in submission. "M-master, wh-what have you done?" he stuttered, his eyes watering from the overwhelming stench of piss. "This is not my doing," she taunted, pointing regally at the toilet, "Your incompetence led to this situation." Sneering, she added, "Now, clean it up."

With a heavy heart, the servant knew what he had to do. He grabbed a brush and a cloth, dipping them into the puddle at the bottom of the toilet. As he began to scrub furiously, he couldn't help but gag at the foul taste in his mouth. His face turned beet red from embarrassment as he watched Princess Nikki watch him work. It was beyond humiliating.

When the slave had finished cleaning, he stood before the princess, awaiting further instructions. With a wicked smile, she stepped forward and placed one elegant foot on the edge of the toilet bowl. "Kiss my foot," she commanded, tracing a diamond encrusted shoe along the slave's cheek. He whimpered in submission, lowering his face to press a kiss against her shiny black boot.

Nikki granted him a smile, but it was devoid of warmth. She adjusted her robes, making sure that nothing was out of place. "Now," she said, her voice soft yet dangerous, "lick every drop of piss from the toilet bowl. And don't you dare miss a single drop." The slave's body shuddered as he leaned over the toilet, his face mere inches away from the disgusting mess.

With trembling hands, he reached for the brush once more, pushing it along the surface of the bowl. He could feel Princess Nikki's eyes boring into the back of his head as he began to lick the brush clean, savoring the bitter taste of her urine. His face contorted in disgust, but he forced himself to swallow. The slimy porcelain was next, and then the areas where the piss had dripped down the sides. Every inch of the toilet bowl was covered in his saliva, each drop containing a part of his humiliation.

When he was finished, Princess Nikki inspected his work before dismissing him. The toilet was spotless once more, not a trace of piss or piss-flecked spit remaining. The slave was left feeling empty and hollow, his soul a shattered mess. He knew that tomorrow, he would be back to clean the princess's chambers once again—and who knew what other degrading tasks she might have in store for him?