Scat-Princess - Mercy Overdue Part 2 Adison

Adison smirked as she climbed atop the toilet throne, feeling the cool ceramic beneath her cute pink panties. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she looked down at the helpless slave prostrate before her, mouth agape in anticipation. She knew what was coming next; it was glorious torture for him to experience her irresistible stench. "Are you ready?" she purred, savoring the dirty words that had become second nature to her, "Because I can feel my insides rumbling... and it won't be long now." Those words sent shivers down the slave's spine; he couldn't help but whimper eagerly in response, ready to take whatever his Mistress would give him. In one swift move, Adison lowered her panties and sat, letting out a massive and stinky ass blast straight into the slave's face. He gagged on the powerful odor of her fresh morning shit and tears of humiliation welled up in his eyes, but he kept them fixated on Adison's gaping asshole - his one true desire. Adison grinned widely as she watched his reactions from above, feeling the warmth of her shit spreading across her lower back and the backs of her thighs. Taking pleasure in his torment, she held her position for what seemed like an eternity, relishing in the power dynamic between them. Finally, she leaned forward and spoke in a low, growling whisper, brushing her hair away from her face, "You like that, don't you?" she asked seductively, knowing how much he loved being at the receiving end of her stinking attacks. "You can't get enough of it." The slave nodded vigorously, feeling his face flush with shame and desire. "I need more," he whimpered pitifully. Adison chuckled darkly, stroking his longingly with one hand while using the other to curse him under her breath. "Too bad for you," she sneered, standing up and stepping away from the shitting bowl. "You'll have wait for your next turn. This is a part of being my slave; you'll learn to deal with it." With that, Adison walked away, leaving the slave to clean up her mess and long for more of her stinky torture. As he kneeled there, wiping her feces from his face and clothes, he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of disgust and arousal coursing through him. He was her toilet slave and would do anything to please his Mistress, even if it meant being drowned in her stinky fat ass.