Scat-Princess - Hurry Toilet Lay Down I need to Poop

Adison, the stunning and domineering Scat-Princess, was in a great deal of haste. Her day had been filled with meetings, parties, and other important engagements, and she couldn't wait to find some relief from the constant pressures of her royal duties. Her slave, bound and waiting eagerly in the bathroom, knew exactly what was about to happen. As Adison approached him, her heels clicking rhythmically against the floor, she couldn't help but cast a satisfied gaze over her dinner table. The meal she had just indulged in had been absolutely revolting - rotten scraps from the palace kitchens, smeared with her very own shit. Only the most loyal and dedicated of her slaves were allowed to partake of such delicacies, and it filled her with pleasure to know that this one was truly deserving of his place at her feet. Without even breaking stride, Adison marched up to her slave and pointed imperiously downwards. "I'm going to need you to Lay Down!" she commanded him, her tone leaving no room for question or disobedience. Obeying her every whim was the entire purpose of his existence, and he immediately lowered his head and positioned himself on the floor, his body trembling with anticipation. Adison couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan as she eased herself down onto the toilet, her supple behind pressing into the ridges of the lid. She'd had a long day, and her bowels were crying out for release. Grabbing hold of the slave's cheek, she drew his face closer to hers, grinning as he trembled in fear at the prospect of what was about to happen. "You like your Princess's poo?" she taunted him, holding his gaze defiantly even as he nodded vigorously in reply. "Then by all means, hurry up, Toilet... I need to poop!" With that, Adison released her grip on his cheek and let out a long, loud fart, her barely restrained amusement clear in her tone. "That's right, you pathetic piece of shit," she muttered under her breath, "you're here for me, and me alone. Enjoy your meal." And with that, she pushed. The first wave of her mess hit the back of his throat, and he gagged involuntarily, his stomach churning at the idea of what was being asked of him. But he knew better than to disobey his Mistress, and so he swallowed as best he could, doing his best to cleanse his tongue of the vile taste that lingered even as more of her feces filled his mouth. "You never cease to amaze me, Toilet," Adison purred, letting another wave of pleasure wash over her as she felt herself emptying her bowels. "You're such a good little shitter..." She trailed off, smiling to herself as she finished her business, the last few turds sliding out of her and onto the back of his tongue. With a sigh of relief, Adison stood up from the toilet, smoothing her dress down over her thighs and adjusting her posture to conceal her previous position from prying eyes. Turning back to her slave, she grinned once more, the satisfaction evident in every line of her body. "Clean me up, Toilet," she ordered, her tone softening slightly. "I'm going to need to look presentable for my next engagement." Her slave immediately moved into action, using his tongue to clean her perfect ass before carefully scooping up every last stray bit of shit from the floor around her. It was an honour beyond words to serve her like this, and he felt himself growing hard in anticipation of whatever might come next. Content with his work, the slave rose to his feet and bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you, Mistress," he murmured, looking up at her with an expression of pure adoration. "That concludes my duties for the present." Adison reached out and patted him on the head, the fondness in her touch belying the harsh words she spoke next. "Good job, Toilet," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why don't you go take a little break? Maybe ease your own bowels while you're at it." With that, the slave hurried off to relieve himself, gratefully taking advantage of the few precious moments he was allowed before his attention would be requisitioned once again. Adison watched him go, her heart racing with a mixture of desire and pity. She knew their relationship was twisted, but it was all he was fit for. And she was more than happy to provide - after all, someone had to keep the kingdom running smoothly, even if it meant a little backtracking now and then. As the door clicked shut behind him, Adison took a deep breath and forced herself to compose herself. There was work to be done, and she couldn't afford to get lost in the dark depths of her own perversions. Still, she couldn't help but smile to herself as she headed off to take care of whatever crisis had cropped up today - after all, there was no one better qualified to handle it than the Scat-Princess herself.