Scat-Princess Mini Series - The Mask Part 2 Marie

Princess Marie stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her figure clad in latex pants and a tight top that revealed just enough cleavage to be tantalizing. She ran her fingers through her cascading blonde hair, whispering to herself in anticipation of the night's events. Today was the day she would christen her newest scatological creation, a magnificent golden throne adorned with precious gems and shaped like a magnificent rock formation.

The slaves had spent countless hours crafting this masterpiece, using only the finest materials and their own feces as a binding agent. It was a testament to their skill and dedication to her, and Marie was eager to see it put to its intended use. She strutted confidently towards the grand toilet, her heels clicking against the marble floor, and took her seat upon it with regal pride.

The rock throne was exquisitely designed to bear her weight; its smooth contours molding to her body, making her feel incredibly powerful and in control. Her heart raced as she touched the intricate details of its design, running her fingertips over the glittering gems that sparkled beneath the bright lights of the throne room. This was truly a work of art, one that she had commissioned specifically for depraved pleasures like these.

She breathed deeply, savoring the intoxicating blend of lavender and cedar that filled the air. The scent was just one more element of elegance in her private sanctuary, a space reserved exclusively for her most intimate desires. With a wave of her hand, she summoned her slave, a trembling figure dressed head-to-toe in black leather, their eyes locked upon her with reverent fear.

"Bring forth my guest," she commanded, her voice cold and commanding. The slave bowed low before her, trembling visibly as they approached the rock throne. "Kneel before me," she ordered, and with shaking hands they lowered themselves onto their knees before her, their gaze fixed firmly on the floor. "Now, place the mask upon my face."

The mask was an elaborately crafted piece, made of some unknown black material that shimmered slightly in the low light. It covered Marie's entire head, leaving only her lips exposed, and it was designed to be breathed through with difficulty. The slave shuffled forward, hands trembling as they took the mask from a small table beside them and placed it gently upon Marie's face. She inhaled deeply, feeling the restrictive material press against her skin, making it hard to breathe.

With a nod of approval, Marie gave the signal for the slave to begin the next stage of the evening's entertainment. They shuffled backward, their hands clasped behind their back, and a moment later there was a loud clanking sound. The slave had retrieved a massive rock from somewhere out of sight, and they were now rolling it towards the foot of the throne. It was clear that this particular stone weighed a considerable amount, judging by the effort required to move it.

As the rock approached the foot of the throne, Marie felt a sense of rising anticipation. She licked her lips, tasting the faint sweetness of the air as she waited for what came next. Finally, the rock reached its destination, and with a grunt of effort, the slave managed to lift it into position directly beneath her privates. Their fingers trembled as they reached for a set of chains dangling from the ceiling, and with tremendous effort, they secured the rock in place.

Marie could feel the weight pressing down against her crotch, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. It was exquisite, this feeling of being completely dominated by her own desires. With a smile, she gave the slave a nod of approval, signaling that they could now withdraw and leave her alone with the rock throne. Once again, they bowed low before her, their eyes filled with fear and respect as they backed away and disappeared into the shadows.

With a deep breath, Marie wiggled her hips experimentally, feeling the rock shift slightly beneath her. She could feel herself getting wet with anticipation, and it took all her strength to remain still. The mask was starting to feel unbearable, pressing against her skin and making it hard to breathe. But she knew that this was part of the thrill, this sense of being trapped and powerless in the face of her own desires.

Minutes passed, and still Marie remained still, her body trembling with the effort of holding herself in check. And then, finally, she could stand it no longer. She gasped for air, feeling the restricted air in the mask making it hard to breathe. With a low groan, she leaned forward, pushing against the rock with all her might. It moved only slightly, giving her just enough room to lower herself onto it.

She closed her eyes, feeling the rock press against her most sensitive regions underneath her, cutting into her soft flesh. A low moan escaped her lips as she began to rock back and forth, grinding herself against the rough surface of the rock. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. With each thrust, she felt herself getting wetter, her desire for more growing stronger with each passing moment.

Time seemed to stand still as Marie lost herself in the rhythm of her movements. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension building inside her until it was almost unbearable. And then, just as she thought she could take no more, she felt herself explode in a wave of intense pleasure. Her body shook violently, the rock throne rocking beneath her as she let out a long, low cry of ecstasy.

Slowly, Marie began to regain control of her breathing, feeling the cool air filtering through the mask into her starving lungs. She opened her eyes, looking around at the darkness that surrounded her. The slave was still nowhere to be seen, and she wondered if they had left the chamber altogether. A smile spread across her face as she pushed herself upright, feeling the rock slide out from beneath her.

Marie stood there for a moment, admiring her handiwork. The golden throne was still warm from her body heat, and she could see traces of blood and feces staining the surface. It was a messy affair, but one that she had thoroughly enjoyed. With a satisfied smile, she turned and made her way back to her chambers, already anticipating the next time she would return to her beloved rock throne.

*Update 2: The slave was given the task to clean up the mess from the throne. They collected everything and wrapped it in a cloth with a note on it: "Butterfly Style - Scat Queen". With heavy heart they bring it to the Toilet where it will be flushed. The note was given for a good reason, because 4 of the 5 girls swore that they will gain weight during this night and will shit a bloody, smelly and painful ass. The camera was ordered to stream it live on a special website. In addition to the golden throne, another item was used, the evil anal bead. The larger bead was inserted into the slave's ass and was waiting for the final command. Marie granted the slave permission to masturbate and to please themselves with the bead. The slave didn't know if it was part of the plan or just a cruel joke, but they couldn't resist the temptation and start to pleasure themselves while watching the stream.