As the sun began to set, Jessy sat back in her office chair, her fingers flying across the keyboard of her laptop. She was deep in conversation with a friend on Facebook, giggling at something they'd said when she suddenly felt a strange sensation in her bowels. Standing up, she stretched and yawned, her body craving some relief.
Without a second thought, Jessy made her way over to the desk where her servant, Jack, was kneeling. His head was bowed in submission, his cheek resting on the cold, hard floor, and he didn't even look up as she approached. Perfect.
With a single swift motion, Jessy lowered herself down onto Jack's face, her heavy ass settling comfortably into the space between his eyes and nose. She could feel his breath hot on her skin and the involuntary shudder that ran through his body, but he remained still and silent, doing his best to avoid eye contact with this mistress.
Jessy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of power that washed over her. She grinned wickedly as she let go of the first nasty, stinking turd, feeling it land with a satisfying squelch against Jack's lips. Without hesitation, she pushed another loose stool from her rectum, forcing it deeper into Jack's mouth.
Her fingers began to type again on the keyboard as she continued to defecate on her servant's face, their conversation on Facebook going uninterrupted. She couldn't help but chuckle at the irony—here she was, taking a shit while chatting casually about who knows what. It was just another day in the life of Scat-Princess Jessy.
After a few more minutes, Jessy finally finished, the last of her diarrhea splattering against Jack's cheeks and mixing with the mound of shit that now covered his face. She stood up, her skin flushed with excitement, and surveyed her handiwork. Satisfied, she walked back over to her desk and sat down, resuming her conversation with her friend as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Jack lay there, his face buried in a mountain of feces and shame. He couldn't believe what he'd just endured—and yet, he knew there was nothing he could do. His master had only grown stronger over time, and he was powerless to resist her twisted desires.
