Faith was a young man with an insatiable desire to please his Mistresses. He was Kennya's personal slave and had willingly submitted himself to her every whim. Today was no different; he awaited their arrival, his heart pounding with anticipation.
The door opened, and in walked Kennya, followed by a stunning woman. Faith's eyes widened in shock; he had never seen Kennya with another woman before. This must be Donna, the rumored Goddess she had often spoken of.
"Faith, this is Miss Donna," Kennya introduced them, her tone filled with pride. "She'll be joining us today for some fun."
Faith couldn't help but feel nervous and aroused at the same time. He knew what this meant: more pain, more pleasure, and likely more humiliation as well. He bowed his head respectfully as they approached, awaiting their instructions.
Kennya and Donna exchanged wicked smiles before addressing their slave. "Today," Kennya began, her voice cold but commanding, "we are going to focus on your cbt training. It's going to be light, though, so you won't be in any real pain."
Faith nodded in understanding, already beginning to harden at the thought of his mistresses playing with his cock and balls. This was what he lived for, after all: their complete control over him.
The session began with Kennya and Donna taking turns playing with Faith's erect cock and long, sensitive balls. They squeezed them, pulled them, and twisted them, eliciting moans of both pleasure and pain from their helpless slave. As they worked him over, they noticed he was becoming aroused by the sight of them enjoying themselves.
"Look at you," Kennya teased, "you're already leaking precum. Such a slut."
Donna, amused by this display, decided to join in the fun. She took a cigarette out of her pocket and lit it up before raising an eyebrow at Faith. "Want a drag?" she asked, blowing out a stream of smoke next to his face.
Faith nodded eagerly, his mouth already watering at the thought of tasting her smoke. Donna leaned in close to him, their bodies almost touching as she lowered the cigarette towards his open mouth. He eagerly accepted it into his lips and drew smoke deep into his lungs, moaning in delight at the sensation.
After a few more puffs, Kennya decided it was time for their next activity. She approached Faith with a mischievous glint in her eye, causing him to tremble with anticipation. "I think it's only fair that you thank us properly," she said, trapping his cock and balls in her hands.
With that, she pushed his head towards Donna, who was still smoking. "Swallow," Kennya commanded as she pushed the hot end of the cigarette into Faith's mouth, forcing him to taste his own saliva mixed with Donna's.
Donna smiled wickedly before blowing one last stream of smoke directly onto Faith's cock and balls. The combination of heat and nicotine sent him over the edge into an orgasm that seemed to last forever.
When he finally came down from his high, Kennya addressed him again. "Very well," she said, a note of approval in her voice, "now give me what you owe me."
With those words, she pushed Faith's head down onto a toilet seat, his face filling with disgust at what was about to happen. But he knew better than to resist; this was his reward for pleasing his Mistresses. He opened his mouth wide as Kennya released a torrent of liquid onto the floor, much to Donna's amusement.
As the dirty act concluded, Donna decided she wanted in on the fun as well. She playfully inserted a finger into her anus, smirking as she felt the familiar sensation of pressure building up inside her. Without warning, she pushed out a hot stream of liquid onto Faith's face, soaking his cheeks in her kaviar.
"Taste it," she commanded, and Faith did as he was told, his tongue darting out to collect every last drop of her precious shit. Donna watched him in amusement before finally pulling her finger out and brushing her hands clean with a tissue.
Kennya, having witnessed this display, couldn't help but feel proud of her slave and her friend. They made quite the pair, she thought with a smile. As for Faith, he lay there on the floor, spent and content, knowing that he had pleased his mistresses once again.
