Scat-Princess Mini Series - No Need for talking Part 31

The door to the dungeon opened, and Scat-Princess Valery entered, followed by her servant. In her hands, she held a tray with three glasses of sparkling water and a small plate of cheese and crackers. They approached the slave, who lay silently on the cold stone floor, his tongue pressed against the metal block in his mouth. His eyes, which were hidden behind a tight ring of leather, focused on the sound of her heels clicking against the floor. The servant knelt down next to him and gently removed the tray from her mistress's hands before placing it on the ground.

Scat-Princess Valery walked over to the slave and studied him for a moment. Her fingers traced the outlines of the metal contraption in his mouth, never once losing contact with his skin. She leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "I see you've been behaving yourself," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She reached down and pulled the switch tied to his arm, opening his mouth just enough for her to see inside. Satisfied with what she saw, she straightened up and turned to her servant. "Make sure he's clean before we begin," she ordered before walking away to take her seat on the throne-like toilet in the corner of the room.

The servant knelt down next to the slave, his eyes never leaving the cold metal contraption in his mouth. He gently removed the slave's leather gag and began to clean around the metal block with a wet cloth. As he worked, he couldn't help but wonder what was in store for the slave. He knew that whatever it was, it wouldn't be pleasant. Once he was satisfied with his cleaning, he grabbed the slave's chin and pushed it forcefully down onto the metal block, securing it in place. The slave's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the cold metal pressing against his tongue, but he said nothing.

Scat-Princess Valery watched from her throne as the servant fastened the slave's leash to the metal ring on the floor. She smirked as she saw the way the slave struggled to keep his balance with the weight of the toilet seat locked around his waist. She raised her glass of sparkling water and took a sip before settling down to watch the show.

The servant stepped back, his job now complete. He watched as Scat-Princess Valery lifted her dress and squatted down over the slave's open mouth. He could hear the sounds of liquid pouring into the bowl below. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity, her weight pressing down on the slave's chest. Finally, she stood up, her dress smoothed out, and left a trail of drips on the floor.

The slave lay there, waiting for what would come next. He knew that it wouldn't be long before Valery returned. He could feel his stomach churning in anticipation of what was to come. Minutes passed, and still she didn't return. He began to wonder if maybe she had changed her mind. But just as he started to hope, he heard the familiar sound of high heels clicking against the floor.

Scat-Princess Valery sauntered back into the room, her hips swaying slightly from side to side. In her hand was a large, soft-looking turd. She placed it on the toilet seat next to the slave and sat down. The slave's eyes widened in fear as he felt the warmth radiating from her body. The toilet flushed, and he could feel the water rushing past his face. He waited, bracing himself for what was to come.

Scat-Princess Valery leaned down, her breasts almost touching his face. She placed her hand on his cheek and slowly pushed his face into her shit. The taste was foul, but he couldn't do anything about it. He could feel her hot breath on the back of his neck as she spoke. "Swallow," she commanded, her voice dripping with menace. He fought against the gag reflex, but eventually, he did as he was told. One by one, the slave swallowed each mouthful of his mistress's shit until he had finished.

Scat-Princess Valery stood up and lifted her foot, placing it on the slave's mouth. She kept it there until she was sure he had swallowed everything. Finally, she removed her foot and nodded at the servant. "Dispose of him," she said, her voice calm but commanding.

The servant nodded and walked over to the slave. He grabbed the leash and pulled the slave to his feet. The slave's head lolled forward as the weight of the toilet seat pulled him back. The servant led him out of the room, his footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. The slave didn't know what awaited him next, but he knew that it wouldn't be pleasant. Whatever it was, he was at the mercy of his Scat-Princess and her twisted desires.