Scat-Princess Mini Series - Help me Slave, I cant poop Part 2 Tifany

Tifany was curious and excited to try out this new method of pooping with the help of her slave's tongue. She took a seat on the toilet, her bottom pushed up in the air, and whispered to him what he needed to do. The slave, kneeling before her, felt a wave of anticipation wash over him as he leaned forward, ready to taste her exquisite scent. He gently ran his tongue across her tight anus, coaxing it to open. Tifany closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, feeling the warm sensation spread through her body. His tongue continued to gently probe her ass, searching for any sign of resistance. Slowly but surely, she began to relax and prepare herself for what was to come.

As she felt herself becoming more receptive to the sensation, Tifany let out a gasp and began to bear down. The sensation was intense, almost too much to handle. She felt her body tense up again, but the slave's tongue never wavered, remaining steady and persistent. He could sense the urgency in her movements, and he knew he had to help her. With one final push, Tifany let out a long, low moan as she felt her first turd slide down her throat. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, but it was exhilarating nonetheless. She took another deep breath and prepared for the next one, welcoming the feeling of utter submission and power over her slave.

As the slave continued to clean up her mess, Tifany couldn't help but feel a sense of control over him. His face was hidden beneath her, lost in a world of her waste. She leaned back against the wall, watching as he worked diligently to ensure that there was not a single trace of her shit left behind. Tifany felt an unexpected rush of satisfaction knowing that this small act of dominance would remain etched in his mind forever.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the slave lifted his head and smiled. He looked up at Tifany, eyes shining with adoration. She reached out a hand and patted him on the head, an affectionate gesture that seemed to say 'good boy'. The slave bowed his head, feeling both humbled and incredibly turned on by her desire to use him in such a way. As he stood up, he couldn't help but glance back at the toilet, remembering the warmth and intimacy of their shared moment. He knew that he would do anything for her, no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be.

The Girls, watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Each one of them yearned to feel the power and control that Tifany seemed to effortlessly exude over her slave. They made notes in their minds, planning their own scenarios for when the time would come for them to take up the mantle of Scat-Princess and bend their own slaves to their will.