As Diana stepped away from the toilet after dumping her load into the terrified toilet slave's mouth, she couldn't help but let out a satisfied chuckle. This scat princess had planned this prank perfectly, and seeing the look of pure horror on the boy's face was worth every effort she'd put into it.
Celeste, who was filming the entire scene on her phone, couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Oh my god, Diana! You're so mean!" she whispered, but not loud enough for the slave to hear. It was clear that even Celeste, who was used to Diana's wild antics, was taken aback by this latest stunt.
Ignoring Celeste's disapproving glare, Diana approached the trembling toilet slave, who was on his knees with tears streaming down his face. She gazed at him for a moment and then snapped her fingers, signaling for him to look up at her. When he did, she grinned wickedly and said, "Good Boy. Now, don't move a muscle."
Rummaging through her vanity table, Diana produced a long strip of duct tape. With quick precision, she wrapped it around the terrified boy's head, sealing his mouth shut and making his eyes widen in fear. As she finished taping him off, she turned around and noticed Celeste staring at her with a mix of awe and revulsion.
The look on Celeste's face seemed to amuse Diana, who shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I have a plan for him," she whispered, her voice creeping into Celeste's ears like poisonous snakes.
Diana walked back over to the toilet and sat down, grabbing the slave's head with one hand and his bound hands with the other. She expertly guided his face over the toilet bowl, positioning him perfectly for what was about to happen. With a smile, she let loose an enormous shit, filling the bowl to overflowing.
Diana repeated this process twice more, pushing the slave's face deeper and deeper into the filth with each new load. Finally, she stood up and grabbed a bottle of water, pouring it slowly down the boy's throat. His eyes bulged as he tried to resist, but with his mouth taped shut, he had no choice but to swallow.
As the last of the water disappeared down his gullet, Diana slapped the back of his head. "Good job, toilet slave. You've learned your lesson about messing with me, haven't you?" She laughed cruelly, pulling the duct tape off his mouth. The boy gagged, coughing up bile as he struggled to catch his breath.
Celeste, who'd been recording the entire ordeal, shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe you just did that," she exclaimed, her voice shaking. "That was sick."
Diana didn't answer, instead she walked over to Celeste and put her arm around her shoulder, leading her out of the bathroom. The toilet slave was left alone, trembling and covered in his own filth, wondering what he'd done to deserve such a horrific punishment.
