As the bouquet of candles flickered around the room, Chrystal, clad in nothing but her red leather corset and heels, strode confidently towards the center of the grandiose hall. Her gaze was fixed on a man lying helplessly on the floor beneath her, his eyes wide with fear and anticipation.
"Tonight, I want you to know who's in control," she purred, planting one foot on his chest and pushing him onto his back. With a wicked smile, she reached behind her and unclasped the leather belt circling her waist. As it fell to the floor, she revealed a large black square resembling a chair tape.
"Open your wide mouth, slave," she commanded, placing one knee against his shoulders. With trembling hands, he parted his lips, revealing his pale tongue. She gently pressed one end of the tape onto his tongue, forcing him to stick it out as far as it would go. Then, positioning herself above him, she stuck the other end of the tape onto the floor, effectively tethering herself to him.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, her weight pushing him deeper into the cold, hard floor. His eyes bulged as he felt the warmth of her body against his nose and lips – and the powerful sensation of her heavy ass pressing down onto his face. Trapped by the tape, he couldn't free himself or breathe without inhaling her scent.
"Mmm, that's it," she moaned, circling her hips in a sensual rhythm that sent chills down his spine. Her heels dug deeper into his cheeks, leaving red welts behind as she grinded against him. He could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric of her panties, and he knew that sooner or later, she would do what he was dreading most – she would poop on him.
As if reading his mind, Chrystal pulled away from him slightly and grinned wickedly. "I know what you're thinking," she said, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to look up at her. "You want to know if I'm going to shit on you, right?" She gave him a sly smile and replied, "Well, what do you think scat-princesses do with their slaves?"
Without waiting for an answer, she lowered herself onto his face again, arching her back and giving him a view of her pink, swollen ass as she gyrated against him. He tried to suppress his gag reflex as he felt the warmth of her body envelop him once again. He could feel her buttocks pushing against his nose and lips now, and he knew that any moment, she would release her bowels and fill his mouth with her feces.
Time seemed to stand still as they remained locked in this intimate, humiliating embrace. Finally, he felt the familiar pressure building up within her. He closed his eyes and braced himself for what was coming. But as she started to groan in pleasure and push harder against him, he realized that she wasn't going to let him escape this fate so easily.
With a moan of ecstasy, she let go of her bowels, and he felt the first warm, sloppy mess hit the back of his throat. He gagged and choked as she continued to relieve herself onto his face, filling his mouth with her hot, stinking feces. He wanted to beg her to stop, to plead for mercy, but he couldn't even form the words. All he could do was endure the humiliation and hope that one day, he would be free from her perverse games.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. Chrystal pulled away from him, leaving him gasping for air and covered in her filth. She reached down and yanked the tape from his mouth, exposing his cringing face to the cool air. "Did you enjoy your little taste of being my slave?" she asked, circling around him menacingly.
He could only shake his head in disbelief and horror as she chuckled and walked away, leaving him to clean up the mess she had made.
The End
