It was an ordinary day in the life of the toilet slave. He had been serving the Scatqueens of Berlin for quite some time now. They were the most beautiful and dominant women he had ever encountered, and they owned him completely. His days were filled with various tasks that revolved around their unconventional and often disgusting preferences. On this particular day, his mistresses had left him with a sense of unease in his stomach as he remembered what lay ahead – a day filled with fecal matter and humiliation.
The doorbell rang, and before he could even stand up, there they were – Lady Chrissy and Lady Missy, the two most feared Scatqueens in all of Berlin. The sight of them sent shivers down his spine. They were both dressed in their finest outfits, looking every bit as regal and domineering as ever. Their eyes pierced through him, making him feel exposed and vulnerable.
"Toilet slave," Lady Chrissy addressed him, her voice cold and commanding. "You will attend to us for the rest of the day."
The toilet slave nodded in agreement, unable to speak due to the fear that gripped him. He knew what awaited him, but he had no choice but to comply. As he followed them into the house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over him.
The day began like any other; Lady Chrissy was the first to use the toilet. She marched into the bathroom, her high heels clicking against the floor. The toilet slave watched as she approached the throne and sat down. He knew what was coming next and braced himself for what was about to happen.
Lady Chrissy lifted her impressive ass off the throne and told him, "Prepare the toilet paper holder and tray for my cigarettes." She had a peculiar habit of always wanting a fresh toilet paper roll and a tray for her smokes while she sat on the toilet, and he had no choice but to oblige.
He quickly went about his task, his hands trembling as he set up the tray and rolled out a new toilet paper roll. By the time he was done, she was already back on the throne, her magnificent behind hovering above the bowl once again.
She lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, exhaling the smoke in his face. She looked at him with contempt before pushing her ass down hard onto the toilet seat, trapping him as she began to fill the bowl with her warm feces. The stench was unbearable, but he had learned to hold his breath through countless ordeals like this one.
Lady Chrissy continued to shit onto his face, her eyes boring into him as she did so. She took another drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke right into his face, making him cough uncontrollably. When she was done, she let out a satisfied sigh and stood up, leaving the toilet slave to clean up her mess while she read the newspaper.
The next few hours passed in a similar manner. Lady Missy came and went, each time leaving behind a pile of her feces for him to deal with. They would smoke cigarettes and chat, completely oblivious to his suffering as they enjoyed their day.
The sun started to set, and the toilet slave could feel the weight of exhaustion bearing down on him. His eyes were heavy with fatigue, but the thought of displeasing his mistresses drove him on. He knew that another day would dawn, and they would return to inflict more humiliation upon him. For now, he focused on finishing his tasks and prayed for the night to bring him at least some measure of relief from their sickening games.
