Inside Miss Medeas Dirty Store: A Toilet Slave's Humiliating Birthday Surprise
As we step into the bustling public restroom, the air reeks of desperation and disinfection. Miss Yara and I share a mischievous smile, knowing that today is no ordinary day. Today, we celebrate the birthday of one of our most devoted toilet slaves. Unable to contain our excitement, we lead him towards the filthy porcelain throne he will soon become a part of.
The flush isn't working properly, but that's of no concern to us. In fact, it's quite fitting. We don't want this slave to have an easy time of it. With a sly wink, Miss Yara instructs him to lie down on the floor, his face only inches away from the malfunctioning toilet bowl. His eyes widen in anticipation and fear as he realizes what's about to happen.
"Now, slave," Miss Yara demands, "give your mistresses the worship they deserve."
Obediently, he kisses her feet, his hands trembling as he prepares to serve his purpose. I watch in amusement as he struggles to lift her heavy boot from her soiled panties, his nose twitching at the unmistakable scent of our shit. He knows this is no ordinary task—this is a privilege that requires utmost devotion.
"Do you want a reward?" I question, my voice dripping with suggestion.
His eyes light up at the possibility, and I spit into his eager mouth. It's salty and bitter, but he savors every drop. Little does he know, this is only the beginning of his humiliating birthday surprise.
Miss Yara takes control next, lowering her divine ass onto his eager tongue. He couldn't be more grateful as he tastes her exquisite shit, his eyes rolling back in pleasure mixed with shame. She lets him indulge before pulling away, leaving him wanting more. I couldn't resist a taste either.
As I straddle his face, my asshole glistening with anticipation, he opens his mouth wider than he ever has before. I let loose a torrent of piss, drenching him from head to toe. The warm stream splashes against his face and neck, but he remains steadfast in his servitude.
When I'm finally satisfied, I order him to stand up. He does so without question, his cock already hard from the rush of emotions. It's time for the grand finale.
Miss Yara and I sit down on the toilet, our asses pressed firmly against each other. We both release our heavy loads into the waiting mouth of our toilet slave. His face contorts into a mask of disgust and ecstasy as he's forced to swallow every drop. It's a sight we both find immensely satisfying.
As the final act of humiliation, we instruct him to spread our shit across the toilet seat. His trembling hands obey, leaving behind a stark reminder of his place in our world. It's his duty to lick every stray morsel clean, a testament to his loyalty and submission.
Finally, we hand him the toilet brush. He knows what's coming next. Lowering his head in submission, he inserts the bristles into his mouth and begins scrubbing the toilet bowl clean. Our shit may be filthy, but he is the one left tainted by it.
This was a birthday gift he'll never forget.
