Scat-Princess Mini Series - The Mask Part 8 Diana

Diana's feet tapped impatiently as she stood before the enormous rock toilet, her crocodile leather high heels clicking on the marble floor. The slave had been working his way up to reaching the top where his beloved mistress waited, each weight added testing his strength and training to the limit. It wasn't just the weight of the rock itself, but also the added pressure of holding the reluctant and struggling girl, putting him under even more duress. She watched as he finally reached the top, panting heavily, the sweat dripping down his body as he held up the screaming girl for her to view. "Well done, slave," she purred, admiring his work, though she could anticipate his reward. It was something he had experienced before, but it always sent chills down her spine to witness. "I'll give you a choice," she said, her voice cold but her heart beating fast with anticipation. "You can either swallow everything I'm about to give you fast enough that you won't need to breathe, or I'll leave you with the toilet for as long as it takes for you to realize your mistake." The slave knew what was coming, but he also knew the consequences of not complying. He opened his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste the morsel that would soon be filling his mouth. The mistress placed a small silver tray on the toilet seat, filled with a steaming hot mixture of their meals and the girl's excrement. "Let's see how fast you can be," she said, her lips curling into a wicked grin. With a shudder, he leaned over the edge of the toilet, placing the girl roughly on the seat and lowering his mouth to the tray. The smell was overwhelming, the mixture a sickly sweet aroma that made him gag, but he forced himself to swallow. He closed his eyes and let the fragrant mixture coat his tongue, the hot liquid seeping into every corner of his mouth. As he swallowed the first mouthful, he felt the girl's weight shifting on the toilet seat, the movement sending waves of excrement sloshing around in the bowl. He braced himself, knowing he had to keep moving to avoid being buried alive in shit. He swallowed again, his throat burning from the acidic mixture, but he kept going, determined to please his mistress. And then he felt it, a warm gush of liquid hitting the back of his throat, causing him to choke and gag. He tried to push away from the toilet, but the weights held him in place, leaving him no choice but to continue swallowing. As he struggled, he felt his stomach churning, the mixture threatening to push back up his throat, but he forced himself to keep going, knowing the consequences if he didn't. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the flow slowed, and finally stopped. Diana watched as her slave pulled back, his face streaked with sweat and smeared with the mixture. She nodded in approval, knowing that he had done well, even though she could see the struggle it had cost him. "Very good, slave," she said, reaching down to run her fingers over his scratched and bleeding chest. "Now it's time to clean up our mess." With that, she left him to it, the camera mounted in the back of the toilet recording everything that had happened. As he reached for the brush and bucket, he couldn't help but wonder when he would face his next challenge, and what it would entail. But for now, he had survived this ordeal, and that was enough to keep him going for now.