Scat-Princess - Dont move your Head until I tell you so

Denise, the Scat-Princess, found herself in dire need of entertainment. Her slave had failed to amuse her yet again, leaving her feeling restless and bored. She needed something new, something that would push his boundaries and satisfy her dark desires.

Denise paced around the luxurious bathroom, her stilettosclicking against the marble floor. She stopped in front of the golden toilet, an evil grin spreading across her lips. "Ah," she whispered, sensing opportunity. "I know just what to do with you."

Without another word, Denise grabbed a handful of her slave's hair and pulled him roughly towards the toilet. She loved watching the fear and vulnerability in his eyes as he helplessly followed her commands. She pushed him down onto his knees, positioning his face just inches away from the rim of the toilet bowl.

Denise leaned against the toilet, her breasts pressed against the cool porcelain. She reached down between her legs, teasing herself as she twisted her fingers in her wet panties. "Are you ready, my little slave?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Because I am about to treat you to a present that few others have experienced."

Denise took a moment to savor the anticipation, relishing in the power she held over her unsuspecting victim. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and pressed her bare ass against the slave's face. She felt his warm breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Smell me," she commanded. "Smell my asshole."

The slave hesitated for a moment before taking a tentative whiff. A look of horror crossed his face as he inhaled Denise's musky scent. "Go on," she demanded, her tone suddenly harsh. "Tell me how much you love it."

The slave swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously in his throat. "I...I love it, Mistress," he stammered. His voice was filled with fear, but there was an underlying tone of awe that made Denise's heart race with excitement.

Denise moaned softly, basking in the attention. She closed her eyes, lost in the moment as she pressed her body harder against her slave's face. "Clean me," she murmured . "Clean my asshole with your tongue."

The slave hesitated again but couldn't ignore her command. Tentatively, he reached up with his tongue and traced the edge of her anus. Denise gasped, her entire body tingling with anticipation. She moaned louder as he began to lick her hole clean, savoring every inch of her tight muscle.

As the slave's tongue danced around her asshole, Denise reached down between them, removing her wet panties. She tossed them aside, reveling in the feeling of freedom as her bare pussy and asshole were finally exposed. Moaning loudly, she pushed herself harder against her slave's face, demanding more attention.

"Oh yes," she whispered. "That's it, you dirty little slave. Eat me out. Drink my piss. Clean me up, or I'll make you very sorry."

The slave's tongue worked overtime, lapping up every drop of Denise's nectar as it trickled down her asshole. He moaned in delight, his own arousal growing with every passing moment. Denise felt him hardening against her thigh, and she grinned. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, wait until I tell you to move."

Denise kept her slave on edge for what seemed like hours, his hard cock throbbing against her leg as he waited for permission to touch himself. Finally, when she could stand it no longer, she allowed him one final moment of release. "Cum for me, you filthy slave," she growled, her voice echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom.

The slave let out a primal moan as he finally began to stroke himself, his thick cum shooting out in long streaks across the bathroom floor. As he collapsed, spent, against the toilet bowl, Denise relieved herself in front of him, enjoying the sight and smell of her hot piss splattering against the cold porcelain.

Dismissing her exhausted slave, Denise tottered back to her comfortable throne, grinning with satisfaction. Her heart pounded in her chest as she thought about all the possibilities for their next ... "endeavour". "She mused, already planning her next dark fantasy to be played out before her slave's eager eyes and eager tongue. Still, there was no mistaking the sense of power and control that coursed through her veins as she revelled in the afterglow of their latest "session".

The story continues...