As the day drew to a close, Mistress Luna and her friend, Mistress Anita, sat together in their sumptuous living room, reflecting on the events of the afternoon. They had both indulged in sessions of dominance, with Mistress Luna commanding her toilet slave, Faith, to worship her feet and Mistress Anita having her own toilet slave perform oral duties on her freshly filled anus.
Satisfied with the submission they had received, the two dommes decided to treat their slaves to a lavish, yet humiliating, meal. They instructed Faith to prepare a feast in the state-of-the-art kitchen, ensuring that every dish was meticulously prepared and beautifully presented. As Faith worked away diligently, he could hear the women's confident laughter echoing through the halls.
Once ready, the three of them sat down at a gleaming dining table adorned with fine china and crystal glasses. Mistress Luna looked imperious as she took her seat at the head of the table, her long, black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Beside her sat Faith, nervously awaiting further instructions. Mistress Anita sat opposite, her neatly-pressed business suit contrasting starkly against the delicate lace that adorned her neckline.
"Good boy, Faith," Mistress Luna purred as she snapped her fingers towards him, "Now, let's begin our meal."
The first course arrived swiftly: an array of exquisitely prepared seafood dishes served on silver platters. As Mistress Luna picked up her fork, she shot Faith a warning look before taking a bite of her meal. He felt a chill run down his spine as he knew what was coming next.
Slowly but surely, Mistress Luna's hand slid under the table and made contact with Faith's privates. He gasped as she began to massage and squeeze his already-swollen member, her movements synchronized with her consumption of the delicate morsels of food in front of her.
Across from him, Mistress Anita watched intently as drool began to form at the corners of Faith's mouth. She grinned, knowing that his arousal was reaching fever pitch by now. As she reached for her wine glass, she nodded to Faith, signaling for him to obey her.
"Swallow my juices, Faith" she commanded softly.
Before he could respond, Mistress Anita leaned forward slightly and took hold of his face, forcing his mouth open. With her free hand, she proceeded to position herself in front of him, teasingly lowering her tightly-clad anus towards his eager mouth.
"Now, Faith," she murmured as she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin, "I want you to taste me. Every last drop of my cum."
As if in a trance, Faith nodded his consent, barely registering the fecal matter that was about to flood his mouth. With a final push, Mistress Anita released her hold on his face, and he obediently took her entire load into his waiting mouth. The taste was nauseating, yet strangely arousing as he felt the hot fluid travel down his throat.
As Faith struggled to contain his own cum, Mistress Luna leaned in towards him and whispered softly into his ear. "That, my dear Faith, is what true submission tastes like." She chuckled darkly before resuming her meal, leaving Faith to wonder what further humiliations lay in store for him.
