Mistress Gaia and I had flown to Milan for a weekend of debauchery, and we had our slave in tow. He was on the floor amidst our luxurious suite at a posh hotel, naked, bound, and completely at our mercy. His cock was already hard as a rock, eagerly waiting for instructions on what was to come next. The room was filled with an intoxicating mix of lust and power as we surveyed him like two goddesses planning his fate.
"Tell me, slave," Mistress Gaia purred in her silky Italian accent, "are you ready to serve us?"
He nodded frantically, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear.
We decided to tease him, pushing him to the brink of orgasm before allowing him release. It was a power trip we both loved; watching him squirm under our control was intoxicating. For hours, we taunted him, running our fingertips along the length of his cock, stroking him slowly and then stopping just before he reached climax. We took turns sucking on his nipples and flicking his balls while he writhed beneath us. The anticipation was killing him, and soon enough, his pleas for permission to cum became more desperate.
"Please, Mistress," he begged, "I can't take it anymore."
We continued our torment, refusing to give in to his desires. His whole body was trembling now, and I could see the sheen of sweat that had broken out across his skin. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we gave him permission to cum.
"Shoot your load all over the floor, slave," Mistress Gaia commanded.
His eyes rolled back in his head, and he erupted, spurting massive quantities of thick, white cum across the polished marble. As he groaned and shuddered in ecstasy, we laughed uncontrollably at the pathetic sight of our 'Virgin Scat Toy'. It was entirely fitting that he'd be left looking like this, a pathetic mess on the floor after being used so expertly by us.
After he finished cumming, we fed him some of his own cum, making him grovel like the little slut he was. But first, we had to punish him for not taking better care of himself. We'd kept him hungry all day, depriving him of food as a form of control. Now that we had him where we wanted him, it was time to let him feed.
We presented him with a feast - the finest Italian delicacies laid out on a silver platter in front of him. He eagerly dove in, eating with the same enthusiasm he'd shown during our more intimate moments earlier. We watched him chew and swallow each bite, relishing in his subservience. As he picked up his pace, slurping noisily on spaghetti and meatballs, it brought us immense satisfaction knowing that we held the power to control not just his body but also his desires.
The weekend passed in a blur of decadence and debauchery. Each morning, we woke him up with a slap across the face, eager to continue where we'd left off the night before. He'd become accustomed to our torment, knowing that it would lead to moments of intense pleasure. We took turns using him, riding him like a human bastinado board and reveling in the feel of his tight hole pulsating around our cocks. Even when it was my turn, Mistress Gaia was always there, guiding me with her experienced hand and telling me where to thrust harder or slower.
On Sunday evening, before we flew back home, we decided to give him one last treat. We tied him up in an unforgiving position that forced his cock upwards towards his face, giving him an unobstructed view of what was coming next. It was our supper time and we wanted him to watch us eat while simultaneously holding him in this excruciating position.
As we feasted on steaks and potatoes, dripping hot fat and juices onto his chest, he let out pitiful groans of pain mixed with arousal. We took turns spitting onto his cock, teasing him mercilessly. His erection never faltered, even as he was forced to endure the agony of holding this position for so long. It was a fitting end to our weekend together – a reminder that we held all the control and that he was merely our plaything.
As we boarded the plane back home, I couldn't help but wonder what other perverse experiences we'd subject him to when next we met. The thought made my cock twitch in anticipation, and for a moment, I allowed myself to dream of the power I held over him. But only for a moment. We were just getting started after all.
