The mistress had decided to embody a princess for the day, with the intention of utilizing her gleaming new lavatory to evacuate two days’ worth of feces. The slave, unfamiliar with the new platform, fidgeted a little as the steel edge pressed against the back of his neck. The princess’s excrement was a blend of liquid and paste, flowing uninterruptedly from her blooming anus like a waterfall. Its scent was fishy and oily, and the slave willingly opened his mouth wide to receive the offering. Filled with the vile stench of her gift, he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Once she had finished, she held his head to allow the feces to flow out of his mouth. The feces splattered out in large clumps, mixing with his saliva and mucus, and the mashed excrement lay flat on the ground, still wet and dripping from the slave’s open mouth.