As Mistress Luna and her slave Faith prepared for their BDSM vacation in the mountains, there was a buzz of excitement in the air. Mistress Luna, a dominant woman with a taste for control and submission, had ordered her slave to pack their bags quickly without any complaints. She wore a pair of alluring black Wolford pantyhose under her short dress, which hugged her voluptuous figure in all the right places.
They spent the morning setting up a trampoline in the garden, surrounded by lush greenery and fresh air. Mistress Luna commanded Faith to lay down on the trampoline while she climbed on top of him, her pantyhose-clad ass jiggling invitingly in front of his eyes. She grinned devilishly as she straddled his face, ordering him to worship her ass like it was his only purpose in life.
Faith hesitated for just a moment before lowering his head between her firm cheeks, inhaling deeply as he took in the intoxicating scent of her ass. Mistress Luna moaned in delight as he began sniffing and licking her pantyhose-covered asshole, his tongue darting in and out like a hungry animal. The sensation was exquisite, sending shivers down her spine.
As they bounced up and down on the trampoline, the rhythmic slapping of their skin against each other added to the erotic atmosphere. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in their twisted passion play. When Mistress Luna finally decided it was enough, she jumped off the trampoline, her round ass bouncing with every movement.
As they packed up the trampoline and headed towards their weekend getaway, there was a sense of anticipation in the air. Even though Faith knew he would be subjected to even more humiliating acts of submission, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort knowing that he belonged completely to his Mistress.
But that wasn't all; Mistress Luna had one more surprise in store for her fans. As they were preparing for dinner, her friend arrived at their chalet, sporting a huge smirk on her face. She knew exactly what was about to happen. Without any further ado, she pulled down her panties and started to take a huge, juicy shit onto the floor. Mistress Luna watched with amusement as her friend spread her cheeks wide, allowing the warm kaviar to ooze out and onto the clean wooden floorboards.
"There you go, baby," she said, smacking her friend's ass affectionately. "Your toiletslave has some competition now."
Faith could only stare in horror as he saw the enormous pile of fresh poop on the floor. He knew what was expected of him next, and with a nod of submission, he knelt down next to it, inhaling deeply as he took in the familiar scent of human feces. With trembling hands, he reached out and began devouring every last bit of it, his tongue tracing every curve and contour of the steaming pile.
As he cleaned up his Mistress and her friend's mess, he couldn't shake off the feeling that this was his true calling – to be a toiletslave, worshipping the most intimate parts of his Mistresses, no matter what they asked of him.
