As the late afternoon sun streamed through the blinds, Yara and I prepared for our latest escapade. We had selected our slave, Cosmo, to take part in our unique form of entertainment. We both enjoyed dominating him, but today's session would be taking things to a whole new level.
Yara laid out the foil bondage mat on the bed, spreading it open like a butterfly ready to receive its prey. The feel of the cool material against her skin sent shivers down her spine, anticipation mixed with excitement. She turned her attention back to Cosmo, who was still bound tightly against the foot of the bed, his eyes wide with fear.
"You're in for quite a treat today, Cosmo," Yara purred, her voice echoing with malevolence. "We're going to turn you into our personal human toilet."
My stomach churned at the thought of what was to come, but I too relished in the power we held over him. "You must do as we say, or there will be consequences," I warned, my body swaying slightly as I held a fistful of his hair tightly.
With a nod, he acquiesced, his breath ragged in his throat. "I'll do anything you want."
We wasted no time in getting started. After a quick inspection of the foil to ensure it was secure, Yara squatted over Cosmo's face, her latex-clad butt hovering inches from his nose. She teased him, letting her slimy juices drip onto his lips before finally pushing her weight down, pushing his face into her supple cheeks.
As he struggled to breathe, I moved around behind him, my cock rock hard against my stomach. I could feel the heat of Yara's body pressing against me, our energies entwined. With practiced ease, I guided Cosmo's head towards Yara's asshole, instructing him on how to properly rim her.
His tongue lapped at her entrance, causing her to moan in pleasure. I knew that she was enjoying this power trip as much as I was, and it filled me with a dark thrill. As he continued to worship her ass, I came up behind him, grabbing his cock firmly in one hand and rubbing it eagerly.
"No cumming until I say," I warned, squeezing his shaft hard enough to make his eyes water. He let out a muffled whimper, his mind too focused on pleasing us to think about his own needs.
Next, it was my turn. I positioned myself above him, feeling the cold steel toy pressing up against my asshole. I sat down gently at first, feeling the heat of his tongue against my entrance. Slowly, I began to slide down, letting him take more and more of me. His mouth stretched wide, accommodating both of our gags.
As I pushed against his throat, forcing him to swallow more of my cum, Yara took advantage of our position. She deftly slid a knife under the bondage foil between his legs, opening up a gaping hole in the material. Her hand reached inside, grabbing hold of his cock. With a sly smile, she started to jerk him off while she continued to push her shit into his mouth.
The sight was almost too much for me. This was true domination - watching our slave be used as nothing more than a human toilet for our pleasure. But there was more to it than that. We held his very existence in our hands, and we knew it.
As Yara's orgasm hit her, she used his mouth as a personal dumping ground, filling it with her hot, steaming shit. Her body shook with ecstasy as she emptied herself into him, reveling in the power and control she held over him.
Finally, she pulled away, her breath coming in hard gasps. "Drink," she commanded, nodding towards the cup of water on the nightstand. With trembling hands, he lifted the cup to his lips, taking a sip before spitting out Yara's juices into the toilet.
And then, it was my turn. I watched with dark satisfaction as he struggled to hold my shit in his mouth while still keeping Yara's down. I could tell by the way he was choking and gagging that he was close to his limit, but I wasn't quite finished with him yet.
"Swallow it all," I commanded, my voice cold and unyielding. "Every last drop."
His eyes were wild with fear and disgust, but he had no choice. With a final heave, he forced down my shit and Yara's, his stomach recoiling at the taste of both.
"That's a good boy," I purred, patting him on the head before finally releasing him from his bonds. "You can clean yourself up now."
As he struggled to his feet, staggering unsteadily, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. We had pushed him to his limits, both physically and mentally, and he had come out the other side, albeit broken and humiliated.
But that was the point, wasn't it? To show him who was in control, to remind him that he was nothing more than our plaything. And now, with our latest exploit fresh in his mind, he would never forget it.
