Scat-Princess Mini Series - Help me Slave, I cant poop Part 4 Adison

For Adison, life had always been about control and dominance. As a Scat-Princess, she had built a reputation for her intense desire to defile her slaves both physically and mentally. Today, she found herself in a rare position of vulnerability after consuming an entire jar of her father's expensive cognac. The alcohol had weakened her bowels, and she struggled to find relief.

Adison's room was lavishly decorated with opulent furnishings and glittering chandeliers. But none of that mattered now. She needed someone to help her shit. She summoned her most loyal servant, a young man who had served her faithfully for years. He rushed into the room, concerned for his mistress's well-being.

"Princess Adison, what can I do for you?" he asked, kneeling before her. His eyes darted towards the piles of luxurious feces on the floor, an expression of disgust crossing his face.

"I... I can't poop," she confessed, her voice trembling. "It hurts, and I'm so embarrassed." Her face turned an unnatural shade of crimson as she admitted her predicament.

The slave hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I-I don't know how to help you with that, Princess. No one has ever seen me unable to poop before." His eyes widened in horror at the thought of not being able to relieve himself when needed.

Adison's temper flared. She grasped the slave's hair roughly and yanked his head back, exposing his neck. "You will find a way," she growled menacingly. "Or you will pay dearly for your incompetence." She let go of his hair and glared at him, daring him to disobey her.

The slave knelt there, trembling, trying to process what she had just asked of him. Suddenly, an idea struck him. It was a desperate, disgusting idea, but it might just work. "Princess," he whispered hesitantly. "I heard the other girls talking about how using a slave's tongue can sometimes help them feel the need to poop." He swallowed hard, bracing himself for her reaction.

Adison's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean... you want me to put your disgusting tongue in my ass and hope for the best?" She asked incredulously, a mix of curiosity and revulsion playing across her features.

The slave nodded meekly. "Y-yes, Princess." He swallowed thickly, prepared for whatever might come next.

After a moment's hesitation, Adison scoffed and summoned the slave closer. "Fine," she spat, pulling him to his feet roughly. She turned around, revealing her plush, round ass to him. "Do what you have to do, slave." Her voice trembled with fear and anticipation as she braced herself for the disgusting sensation of her own feces on his tongue.

The slave approached slowly, his eyes fixed on the Princess's exposed ass. He knelt down behind her, feeling the heat radiating off her skin. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and extended his tongue, gently brushing it against her anus. Adison's body shuddered violently at the unfamiliar sensation, but she remained still, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in front of her slave.

As the slave's tongue continued to probe her anus, Adison felt an odd, foreign sensation building inside her. It was uncomfortable but not entirely unpleasant. Slowly, the feeling began to grow into a sharp, intense need to defecate. She bit her lip, trying not to moan as the sensation intensified.