As the second part of the scat-princess mini series began, Chrystal, clad in her usual revealing outfit, took her seat on the throne. Her eyes sought out the toilet slave who knelt before her, ready to serve his queen. Without much hesitation, she lowered her slender frame onto the toilet seat and let out a loud sigh of relief.
Her eyes met those of the trembling slave as she unbuttoned her tight jeans, letting them fall to her ankles. She spread her legs wide, revealing the smooth curves of her thighs and the delicate patch of blonde hair at their apex. The slave's gaze was fixed on her, his body alert with anticipation and fear.
Slowly, Chrystal slid her hand down between her legs, revealing her bare pussy to the eager slave. She spread her pink folds apart, revealing her juicy, pink bud to the eagerly waiting slave. He hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and pressing his lips against her sensitive flesh, tasting her juices.
As he continued to taste and lick her pussy, Chrystal felt a familiar pressure building within her. She threw her head back in pleasure, moaning softly as her body prepared to expel its load. The slave, sensing her urgency, lifted his head, eager to see what would come next.
With a powerful thrust, Chrystal pushed out a massive turd. It was large, meaty and smelled vile, yet the toilet slave remained undeterred. He leaned forward once more, ready to witness the queen's glory up close. The musky scent of feces filled the air as Chrystal released a second and even third turd, each one more impressive than the last.
Finally, she finished her business and let out a contented sigh. "Now clean me up, you worthless slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt. The slave didn't hesitate for a moment. He reached for the toilet brush, dipping it into the murky water before dragging it carefully over Chrystal's anus, clearing away the last bits of feces.
Next, he moved the brush down to her pussy, working it in carefully to clean away any traces of her spooge. He then moved it up to her thighs, working it in between her legs to clean away any stray fragments of shit. As he worked, his face was inches away from Chrystal's groin, filled with the intoxicating scent of excrement and feminine arousal.
Finally, when he was satisfied that she was spotless, he stood up, bowing his head in submission. "Well done, slave," Chrystal said, her voice softening slightly. She held out a hand, and the slave took it, helping her regain her footing. He stood there, waiting for the next command, his heart pounding with anticipation and fear.
