Diana, the Scat-Princess, lay sprawled on her luxurious bed, her pussy still wet from her previous session with Valerys, the loyal toilet slave who had just been brought out from under the bed. She had just finished filling his mouth with her avocado-rich shit and was now contemplating her next move. Her servant, Mark, stood by respectfully, awaiting her command.
"Mark," Diana said lazily, looking at him over her shoulder. "You know, I'm tired of always having to call you over when I need something. Why don't you find me a new plaything to keep under the bed? Something that won't cause any trouble and will be there whenever I want it."
Mark nodded obediently. He knew better than to question his queen's wishes. "Yes, Your Highness. I will do as you command."
Diana smirked, feeling the power emanating from her every pore. She knew that her word was law and that Mark would find the perfect candidate to become her new toilet slave. With that thought in mind, she rolled over and idly stroked her belly, unaware of the fate that was about to befall another unsuspecting victim.
Later that night, the new toilet slave was brought into Diana's chambers. He was a young, handsome man, trembling with fear at the thought of what lay in store for him. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the opulence and decadence that surrounded him.
Diana watched him warily, sensing his unease. She decided to break him in gently, allowing him to see her in all her naked glory. She stood up, letting her robes fall to the floor, revealing her perfect, curvy body to him. Her ass cheeks were plump and inviting, just waiting for him to worship them.
The new slave approached her hesitantly, his eyes locked on her ass. Diana smirked, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist it for long. "See if you can taste what you'll be getting used to," she purred, slowly lowering herself onto the golden toilet throne.
As soon as she was seated, the new slave knelt before her, his eyes transfixed on her gleaming hole. He leaned forward, his heart racing in anticipation, and tentatively rimmed her anus with his tongue.
Diana moaned softly, arching her back in pleasure. She loved the feeling of someone's tongue on her ass, especially when they were new to it. She waited until he was suitably stimulated before speaking. "Good boy," she purred. "Now, do you want to see what else you can do for me?"
The new slave nodded eagerly, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her poop. Diana smiled wickedly, her bright red lipstick standing out against her pale skin. She reached down and guided his head towards her gaping pussy, throbbing with anticipation for what was to come.
As the new slave began to lap at her juices, Diana closed her eyes, savoring the sensation. She sighed contentedly, knowing that she had found the perfect toy to keep under her bed. And when she was ready for him to take his place as her personal shit-eater, she would call him out and let him worship her like the goddess she truly was.
