Mistress Anna and I, Jane, had found an exciting way to spend our weekends. We had recently purchased a new sex slave, and this time around, we decided to make him our personal toilet. Our previous sessions with him had been filled with immense pleasure and satisfaction, but this time, we wanted to push things even further.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning when we met at our secret chamber. Our slave was already there, kneeling in front of us with his head bowed low, nervously waiting for our next command. We had prepared a feast for the both of us, and our slave would be instrumental in ensuring that we didn't have to use the bathroom.
Mistress Anna's long, slender legs were adorned in black stockings held up by a garter belt, drawing attention to her plump ass. She wore a black latex dress that hugged her voluptuous body tightly, revealing very little skin beneath it. Her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked down at our slave.
I, on the other hand, preferred to keep things simple yet alluring. My black leather skirt barely covered my generous round ass cheeks, and my lacy bra was tight against my heaving breasts. I wore thigh-high black fishnet stockings under my skirt and had left my long blonde hair loose to fall over my shoulders. The anticipation of our upcoming session was written all over my face.
We decided to start things off slow, giving our slave some time to adjust to his new role. We ordered him to sit on our black toilet seat, which was freshly cleaned and waiting for its next use. We gave him a bottle of our finest wine and instructed him to drink as much of it as possible without spilling any.
As he struggled to obey our commands, Mistress Anna and I took turns spanking his soft round cheeks. The smacks of our hands echoed throughout the room, each strike sending a wave of pleasure through him. We watched as he tried his best not to burst into tears but failed miserably. We found that amusing and continued our punishment.
After some time, we grew tired of just watching him suffer and decided to make things more interesting. Mistress Anna told our slave that he would be serving us both before she proceeded to pull down her latex dress, revealing a cotton thong that barely concealed her shaven pussy. She sat on the toilet, her plump ass resting against the cold porcelain as she assumed the position.
I followed suit, taking my place next to her on the toilet seat. We both held our breath, anticipating the delicious treat that was about to come our way. Our slave hesitated for a moment but eventually understood our intention. He lowered his head towards Mistress Anna's pussy, taking slow, steady breaths as he inhaled her sweet aroma.
As he began to lick her soft folds clean, Mistress Anna let out a soft moan of pleasure. It felt incredible to have someone else cleaning out our pussies while we were on the toilet. We watched, admiring his devotion to us and savoring every moment of power we had over him.
Our pussies were gushing with juice by the time he finally stopped licking them clean. We instructed him to stand up and face us, our hands resting on our hips as we waited for his next task. With trembling hands, he lifted the toilet seat cover to reveal our freshly cleaned toilet bowl.
Mistress Anna let out a loud sigh of relief after relieving herself. She ordered him to use his tongue to clean up any remaining mess before moving on to me. I obediently took my position on the toilet seat and watched as our slave knelt before me, his eyes filled with fear and anticipation.
He gently began licking at my puckered asshole, making sure not to miss a single drop of our combined juices. I had to admit, it felt amazing having him worship my asshole in this way. Once he was satisfied that it was clean enough, he moved on to the last part of his task – letting us use him as an ashtray.
We smoked one last cigarette together, blowing the smoke rings directly into his face as he anxiously awaited the next command from us. It was an incredible feeling knowing that we could do whatever we wanted with him, and he would take it without complaint.
Day one of our weekend toilet-slave session came to an end, and we were both satisfied with the results. Our slave would be cleaned up and put away until next week when we would meet again for another round of humiliation and degradation.
