The day was hot, and Mistress Isabella was feeling particularly horny. She decided to change into something that would make her feel sexy and alluring. She grabbed her black basque with lacy red trim and slipped it over her head, her firm breasts spilling out of the cups of the bra that barely contained them. Next, she slid on a matching thong, leaving nothing to the imagination.
She stood in front of her mirror, admiring her reflection. Her long legs were encased in black fishnet stockings that ended just below her knees, emphasizing their length and slenderness. She slowly picked up a pair of black high-heeled pumps with razor-sharp stiletto heels and slid her feet into them, posing seductively as she did so.
With a smirk, she walked over to her desk and picked up the phone, dialing a special number. "Hello?" a sultry voice answered.
"Sissi, it's Mistress Isabella. I have a little game planned for us today. Why don't you bring your dogslave over? I'll let you both watch as I have some fun," she purred into the phone.
"Yes, Mistress," Sissi replied eagerly.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Mistress Isabella opened it to reveal Sissi standing nervously with her dogslave. "Come on in," she commanded, her voice dripping with contempt.
They hesitantly entered the room and took seats on a low couch across from her. Mistress Isabella sauntered over to a nearby vanity, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She quickly unzipped her basque and let it fall to the floor, exposing herself to her guests in all her glory.
"Now, I want you both to watch closely. I'm going to have some fun today, and I want you to enjoy every second of it." She walked over to a large wooden bowl and plunged her hand deep inside, emerging with a turd that still had some toilet paper clinging to it. Without hesitation, she held it out to the dogslave. "Eat it. And don't forget to thank me when you're finished."
The dogslave hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and taking the offering into his mouth. His eyes were wide with both fear and fascination as he chewed and swallowed it down, his face contorting in disgust.
"That's a good boy," Mistress Isabella purred, watching his reactions intently. She loved seeing him squirm under her command. She turned back to Sissi and giggled. "And you, Sissi, you will watch and enjoy. This is all part of your training."
As the dogslave finished the turd, Mistress Isabella reached for a bottle of her own spit and filled a small glass with it. She held it up to his mouth, her other hand resting on his chin, forcing him to open wide. He closed his eyes as he accepted the disgusting liquid, swallowing it down reluctantly. She then turned her attention back to Sissi, still hovering over the bowl.
"Now, Sissi, it's your turn. Eat it all up, every last bit of it."
Sissi buried their nose in the bowl, inhaling the scent of fresh shit mixed with their own fear. They closed their eyes tight as they began to consume the turd, slowly at first but picking up pace as they became more desperate to please their Mistress. The texture and taste made them gag but they persevered, determined not to disappoint.
Mistress Isabella watched impassively, loving every moment of their submission. As they finished, she applauded lightly and then called over her shoulder, "Now, let's see some more. Sissi, empty your bladder for me."
Sissi hesitated, looking at Mistress Isabella with uncertainty, but eventually relented. They unfastened their pants and let a stream of pee trickle into the wooden bowl. Mistress Isabella nodded approvingly. "Very good. Now, dogslave, you too."
The dogslave looked up at her with wide eyes, unsure of what she meant. Mistress Isabella smirked and tapped her foot impatiently. Finally, he understood and obeyed, releasing a torrent of urine into the bowl. It mixed with Sissi's piss and created a foul-smelling concoction that made Mistress Isabella's mouth water with delight.
As the two slaves sat there, red-faced and ashamed, Mistress Isabella reached into another drawer and pulled out a plastic toy shaped like a penis. She smeared it with her own saliva before pushing it into Sissi's tight hole. "Take it all," she commanded, and Sissi began to moan softly as the toy filled them up. Meanwhile, the dogslave watched with longing, his cock throbbing under his restraints.
Mistress Isabella enjoyed the show, smirking as she watched her slaves degrade themselves for her pleasure. Finally, she pulled the toy out of Sissi and turned to the dogslave. "Now it's your turn." She unfastened his restraints and guided his cock to the waiting hole. They both groaned in agony and ecstasy as he entered them and began to take him from behind.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her voice husky with desire. She continued to use them both for her own twisted pleasure until they collapsed in exhaustion around her. With a final thrust that sent shudders down their spines, she let go of them both and watched as they slumped on the floor.
Satisfied, Mistress Isabella picked up the bowl of feces and urine, her gaze never leaving the slaves. She grinned wickedly as she raised it to her lips and tilted her head back, drinking every last drop. Then she stepped over them, her heels clicking against the floor, and disappeared into another room, leaving them there to ponder their worthlessness.
