Scat-Princess Mini Series - Another Day in the Office Part 8 Jessy

Jessy was in the midst of her workday, diligently typing away on her computer when she received a message from her friend on Facebook. She couldn't help but giggle at the latest meme they had shared, but her amusement was short-lived as she remembered who was waiting for her. With a sigh, she stood up from her desk, stretching her arms above her head and letting the weight of her heavy gold necklace pull down the front of her blouse, revealing just enough cleavage to be tantalizing.

Taking a moment to adjust her floral-print miniskirt, Jessy made her way down the hall to the storage closet where her toilet slave was waiting. She unlocked the door and flipped on the light, reveling in the sight of him kneeling before a steaming pile of freshly deposited feces. His hands were extended out in front of him, palms up, waiting for her command.

Jessy strutted over to him, her high heels clicking on the tile floor. "Good boy," she purred, standing just out of reach. She watched as he stared at the mess on the ground, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him. Instead, she walked over to the industrial-sized trash can and stood with her back to him. "Ask me nicely," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

The slave hesitated before speaking. "P-please, Mistress, may I clean your mess?" he asked, his voice shaking. Jessy turned around and looked at him, a smirk on her face. "Not quite good enough," she said, turning back around and lowering her skirt to her knees. "Try again, but this time, show me how much you really want it."

The slave closed his eyes and sighed, trying to clear his mind and compose himself. When he finally spoke again, his tone was more desperate. "Please, Mistress Jessy, let me clean up your filth!" he cried, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "I need to worship you!"

Jessy turned back around, her face a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Well, that was better," she said, lowering her skirt once more. "Clean it up." She walked away, leaving the slave to his task. He knelt before the mess, his nose just inches from the feces, and began to clean it up with his tongue. Jessy watched from a distance, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. She knew he was there for her amusement, but she also knew how much he truly desired her. It was a power trip like no other.

As the slave worked, Jessy couldn't help but feel pleased with herself. She had taken control of the situation and reduced her toy to a pathetic, cock-hungry mess. She wondered what else she could make him do to entertain her. Maybe she'd make him lick up all the poop, or maybe she'd record it and post it online for all to see. The possibilities were endless, and she loved every second of it.

After several minutes of cleaning, the slave stood up and held out his hands, palms up to show her that he was finished. Jessy walked over to him, her heels clicking on the tile floor once more. She stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders, and felt him shake as he waited for her next command. She leaned in closer, her breasts grazing against his back, and whispered in his ear. "Good boy." With that, she left him kneeling there, waiting for his next assignment.