My friends Mistress Yara and Mistress Claire were feeling particularly mischievous, and they had an idea that they wanted to run by me. We decided to take our faithful slave on a wild ride of emotions and pleasure, all while pushing him to his limits. First, the three of us sat together in a circle, our bare feet in full view as we began the teasing process.
Mistress Yara leaned over to me and whispered, "We're going to make him completely lose control tonight." Her eyes held a mischievous glint that instantly sent shivers down my spine. It promised that this would be an unforgettable experience for all involved.
Slowly and deliberately, we started by teasing his cock with our bare feet. We massaged it gently at first, then more firmly as we saw how much it excited him. His eyes were filled with lust and need, and his breathing became increasingly ragged. It was clear that we had him right where we wanted him.
Just as he thought he couldn't take any more, we sprang our next surprise on him. One by one, we mounted him: Mistress Yara rode his cock, her body moving in a rhythm that mimicked intercourse; Mistress Claire sat on his face, her voluptuous breasts dangling just out of reach; and I sat behind him, my fingers tracing along his spine. He was completely surrounded by our bodies, helpless to resist our advances.
The anticipation was almost unbearable as we continued to ride him like this. Suddenly, Mistress Claire stopped and leaned over the slave's shoulder. She looked directly into my eyes and whispered, "I think I need to take a shit." Her smile was playful yet sinister, and I knew that this was going to be even more intense than I'd anticipated.
After some time, Mistress Claire rose from her position and pulled her pants down, revealing her soft, round ass. She slowly sat back down on the slave's face, this time placing her bare, wet butthole directly in front of his face. She leaned forward, her breasts practically falling into his lap as she gently placed her hands on his chin and forced him to look up at her. "It's okay," she purred, stroking his hair softly. "You're going to love this."
As she began to take a shit, the smell was intoxicating and overwhelming. It filled the room, and despite the repulsiveness of the situation, I could see the desperation in the slave's eyes as he couldn't help but want to taste it. Mistress Yara and I took turns helping him take bites of her shit, making sure he swallowed every last bite. We used a handkerchief to wipe his face clean when he was done, then prepared him for the next part of our plan.
We continued to tease and torment him, denying him release even as he begged for it. Eventually, we relented and allowed him to jerk off one last time before we left him alone. His entire body shook with pleasure as he finally reached climax, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the complete and utter control we had over him.
As we left the room, we could still hear his heavily breathing from where we stood. I turned back to look at him, knowing that this experience would stay with him forever. He looked broken, both mentally and physically worn out from our combined assault. But despite the pain he'd endured, there was also a look of longing in his eyes - a desire to be with us again, to experience all of these twisted pleasures once more. And truth be told, we were more than happy to oblige him.
