As the early morning sun began to rise, Mistress Luna awoke with a start, a wicked smile forming on her lips. She had big plans for her toiletslave today - Faith. Luna relished in the idea of rewarding him with a lavish facesitting session. After all, he had served her so well, deserving of such pleasure.
Luna scurried downstairs to find Faith already awake, nervously waiting by the bed. His eyes widened as he saw her approach, his cock already beginning to stir at the thought of being used by his mistress. "Good morning, Faith," she purred, her tone laced with seduction. "Today is going to be a very special day for you."
Without further ado, Luna ordered Faith to lie down on the bed, his eyes fixed on her as she slowly climbed onto his chest. The scent of her perfume mixed with the wanting in his cock, making him squirm uncomfortably. "Now, now, Faith," she scolded, her fingers tracing along his cheek. "No need to get too excited. Remember, I don't want you to enjoy this."
She slipped off her tight skirt and set it aside before unrolling a pair of sheer black pantyhose up her toned legs. Once they reached her bulging crotch, she took a deep breath, anticipating the show she was about to put on for her toiletslave. The scent of feminine lace mingled with the muskiness of arousal as she positioned herself over Faith's face.
"This is for your pleasure, not yours," she reminded him sternly, leaning down to whisper the words directly into his ear. With that, she pressed her crotch against his face, their noses touching. "Enjoy the scent of my pantyhose, Faith," she breathed out, her warm breath caressing his cheek. "Because this is all you're getting today."
Luna expertly positioned herself on Faith's face, her plump ass draped over his nose and mouth. "Take a deep breath," she commanded, eager to see how far she could push him. As he inhaled, the sweetness of her pantyhose mingled with the earthy musk of her nether regions. His cock throbbed beneath him, betraying his desire to please her in some other way.
The facesitting continued for what seemed like an eternity, Faith's cock growing harder and harder with each passing moment. Luna took perverse pleasure in the knowledge that she was denying him release, even though she could feel his desire emanating from every pore.
Finally, Luna decided it was time to relieve herself of her helpless toiletslave. She rose from her position, her ass teasingly close to his face. "That's enough for today, Faith," she announced grandly. "You've served me well."
With that, Luna dismissed Faith, ordering him to get cleaned up and prepare for his next task - meeting with Mistress Anita for dinner. Reluctantly, Faith rose from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of humiliation Mistress Anita had in store for him next.
As Faith arrived at Mistress Anita's house, he found her waiting for him in the bathtub, her naked body glistening with sweat. "Well, well," she purred, her voice dripping with salacious intent. "Look what the cat dragged in."
Without further ado, Mistress Anita commanded Faith to strip naked and join her in the tub. As he lowered himself into the warm water, he couldn't help but notice the tangy scent of kaviar wafting through the air. His stomach churned, knowing full well what was about to happen.
Mistress Anita picked up a small spoon and held it over the tub, allowing a single gob of kaviar to drip from the end. "Open wide," she hissed, her eyes sparkling with malicious delight. Faith obediently opened his mouth, preparing for the inevitable.
With a satisfied smirk, Mistress Anita brought the spoon down against his gaping asshole, filling him with the putrid mixture. He tried to suppress a gag at the taste, but it was clear that she could do as she pleased with him.
"Swallow every last drop," she commanded, her hand moving between his legs, teasing his now leaking cock. "And remember, this is for your pleasure, Faith."
As the facesitting scene played out in his mind, Faith could feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. The thought of being used in such a degrading way was almost too much to bear. But he knew better than to resist his mistresses' commands.
With a heavy heart, Faith began to swallow the kaviar, grimacing at its sour taste. As he finished, Mistress Anita leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest. "That's a good boy," she crooned, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk. "Now get cleaned up and be ready for your next task."
As Faith made his way back to Luna's house, he could feel the weight of his humiliation pressing down on him. He knew that these women held all the power in their twisted little game - and he was nothing more than a helpless pawn.
