Scat-Princess Mini Series - Another Day in the Office Part 3 Adison

Today was just like any other day at the office for Adison. She sat comfortably behind her designer desk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the polished surface as she typed away on her laptop. Her long, glossy brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, gleaming in the fluorescent lighting. Adison was in charge of the office, and everyone knew it. She took great pleasure in her position of power, especially when it came to tormenting the poor soul who belonged to her - the office toilet slave.

As Adison worked, she felt the familiar urge to relieve herself. Without missing a beat, she stood up from her desk, sauntered over to the nearby toilet, and casually sat down. The sounds of her sphincter opening and closing echoed through the quiet office as she began to take care of business. She didn't care who could hear or see; in fact, she enjoyed the attention it brought her. The toilet slave, who was on all fours, cleaning the floor underneath her, looked up at his mistress in anticipation.

He knew what was coming next. With a sadistic grin, Adison spotted her Facebook friend request notification on her phone. She took her time as she typed out a message to her friend, completely oblivious to the growing pile of human excrement that surrounded the trembling slave. As she finished typing, she casually wiped her hands and stood up once again - taking care not to wipe any feces off of her hands or clothes.

The toilet slave's world was turned upside down when Adison leisurely stepped onto his back, placing her feet squarely on his shoulders. She balanced herself perfectly, using her hands to maintain her grasp on the computer keyboard as she continued working. She sighed contentedly, taking in the scent of her own feces. It was intoxicating to her - a reminder of her power over the slave beneath her.

Meanwhile, the pained cries of the slave echoed through the office. He was used to this kind of treatment, but it never got any easier. Adison's friend, an equally sadistic woman, took advantage of the situation by shoving Adison's freshly deposited turd into his open mouth. She pushed it deeper and deeper, until it was wedged precariously against the back of his throat. The taste was vile, but he couldn't do anything to stop her - he belonged to Adison, and she had every right to treat him however she wanted.

As Adison furiously typed away on her laptop, completely unaware of what was happening behind her, her friend forced the slave to swallow every last bit of the disgusting feces. It was a struggle to get it all down, but he managed somehow. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the bile that rose in his throat as he imagined the repulsive mixture sliding down his esophagus. It was another day in the office - and another humiliating, degrading task for the poor toilet slave.