As Mistress Anna settled onto the plush sofa, her two toiletslaves, Brad and Chad, eagerly awaited her command. They kneeled before her, their bodies tense with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.
"Hello, my little slaves," Mistress Anna said, not even bothering to look at them. "Don't you know it's rude to just stand there? Go ahead and massage my feet; that might make me talk to you."
Brad and Chad immediately sprang into action, rubbing and caressing their mistress's feet, their hands trembling slightly as they thanked her for this small opportunity to please her.
"That's better," she said, finally granting them a glance. "But you know what else would really make me happy?"
Without waiting for their response, she snapped her fingers, commanding their attention. "I want you both to worship my armpits. Now go on, get close and start sniffing."
Feeling both thrilled and humiliated, Brad and Chad knelt close to their mistress, inhaling her sweet, musky scent as they leaned in to get a better whiff of her armpits. Their tongues darted out, tasting the soft skin, and they moaned in submissive pleasure at her feet, preparing for their next task.
"That's enough, you disgusting creatures," Mistress Anna said, pushing them away. "Now you can leave me alone to enjoy my solitude. Go clean yourselves up; you'll be needed for other tasks soon enough."
The toiletslaves bowed their heads in submission before scurrying out of the room, eager to please their mistress once more.
Meanwhile, in another part of the house, Anita was preparing a special treat for her loyal shitty lovers. She had been holding in her bowels for hours, desperate to give them what they desired most.
Finally, she sat on a small wooden stool with a hole in the middle, her heart racing as she felt the pressure building inside her. With a grunt, she released a massive turd into the box below, her eyes widening in surprise at how much she had managed to hold in.
Feeling triumphant, she called out to Brad and Chad, eager to show off her latest gift. They arrived in the room breathlessly, their noses twitching in anticipation of the foul smell that was sure to fill the air.
"Look what I've made for you," Anita said, her voice a breathy whisper as she pushed the box towards them. "Go on, take a whiff. You know you love it."
Brad and Chad eagerly leaned over the box, their faces contorting in disgust and excitement as the stench of human feces hit them full force. Gagging and trembling with excitement, they began to explore the contents of the box, savoring every foul, filthy moment.
