Scat-Princess - Thalias Pizza Lunch

Thalia, the Scat-Princess, was in a pickle. Her stomach was growling with hunger, but it was also churning with the unmistakable need to take a big, satisfying dump. As her loyal toilet slave knelt before her, a delectable aroma wafted from his mouth as he awaited her next command, Thalia knew she had found the perfect solution to her dilemma. "Stand up, slave." She ordered, her tone commanding. "I am hungry, and so are my bowels. Today, you will serve me in the most humiliating way possible." With a trembling voice, the slave asked, "My Lady, what would you like me to do?" Thalia smiled, her eyes gleaming with wicked excitement. "Oh, slave," She purred. "You will be my personal pizza delivery boy. And after I have eaten my fill, you will use your mouth to clean my plate." The slave's heart sank. He knew what was coming, and he hated it. But he also knew better than to disobey his Mistress. So, he reluctantly rose to his feet and obeyed. As the slave brought the steaming hot pizza before her, Thalia couldn't help but savor the moment. The anticipation was almost as delicious as the act itself. She took a bite of the pizza, chewing slowly as she watched the slave's eyes nervously dart around the room. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she pushed the remainder of the pizza towards him. The slave's face contorted in revulsion, but he knew better than to show any resistance. Carefully, he leaned forward and used his tongue to pick up every last bit of cheese and toppings from Thalia's plate. As he did so, he could feel her hot breath on his neck, and he could almost taste the foul mixture in his mouth. When the plate was finally clean, Thalia smiled once more, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. "Good boy." She murmured, patting him on the head like a pet. "Now, it's time for your real reward." With that, Thalia reached behind her and began to unfasten her pants. Slowly, she lowered them to her ankles, revealing her shapely, curvy backside clad only in black lace. The slave's gaze was glued to the sight before him, unable to look away even as he trembled with anticipation. With a soft moan, Thalia leaned back against the slave, giving him access to her perfect, plump buttocks. Without any further instruction, the slave knew what he had to do. Closing his eyes, he slowly lowered his mouth towards her rear end, his tongue dripping with anticipation for the delicious treat that awaited him. As he pushed his tongue into her warm, welcoming darkness, Thalia threw her head back in ecstasy. It was a heady combination of pleasure and power that she loved so much. She let out soft moans of encouragement as the slave worked his magic, using his tongue to coax every last bit of her feces from her rectum and onto her waiting plate. After what seemed like an eternity, Thalia finally felt herself emptied. With a satisfied sigh, she pulled her pants back up and turned around to face the slave, who was leaning against the wall, panting heavily. "Excellent work, slave." She purred, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Now, go get me a glass of water."