One warm summer day, a meek and humble male slave named Tom found himself in the midst of an erotic scenario he never thought he would experience. His two dominant Mistresses - Lucy and Emily - stood before him, their haughty gazes piercing through his soul as they towered over him. Lucy, with her long raven hair and piercing blue eyes, looked down at Tom with disgust while Emily, with her playful blonde locks and mischievous green eyes, grinned wickedly.
"On your knees, slave," Lucy commanded coldly, her voice dripping with contempt. Tom immediately complied, falling to his knees before these two beautiful yet cruel women. "We have some dirty work for you today," Emily teased, running her manicured nails across Tom's skin, causing him to shudder in both fear and arousal.
Lucy then produced a pair of filthy socks, stained with unknown substances, and held them out for Tom to sniff. His nose recoiled in disgust at the repulsive smell emanating from the socks, but he forced himself to inhale deeply as he sensed his Mistresses' approval. "That's right, slave," Lucy sneered. "These are the scents that will make you yearn for our feet. Now, open your mouth and show your obedience."
Shivering with anticipation, Tom parted his lips as Emily stepped forward, slipping off her dirty sneakers and wiggling her bare toes in front of his face. "Now," she purred, her voice taking on a seductive tone that contradicted the sinister intent behind her actions. "Show your appreciation for my feet by sucking on my toes."
Tom hesitated for a split second before closing his eyes and pressing his mouth against Emily's foot. The taste of sweat, dirt, and God knows what else made his stomach turn, but he forced himself to ignore it and concentrate on pleasing his Mistress. As he sucked on her toes, Emily let out a soft moan, encouraging him to continue.
"Your turn, Lucy," Emily said, stepping aside and giving Tom an astonished look as Lucy took her place. With sudden determination, Lucy slipped off her shoes as well and extended her stockinged feet toward Tom. His mouth watered at the sight of this new pair of feet before him, and he eagerly obliged by tracing his tongue across the tops of her toes.
Lucy ran her hands through his hair, gently taking control of the situation. "That's it, Tom," she whispered. "You're such a good little slave." As he moved down to suck on her toes, Lucy couldn't help but notice the bulge in his trousers, indicative of his growing arousal. It only fueled her desire to further humiliate him.
"I think I need to go to the bathroom," Lucy said nonchalantly, seemingly deep in thought. Tom's heart sank as he realized what she was implying. With a smirk, Lucy reached down and began to unbutton her pants, all while keeping one foot firmly planted on his shoulder for balance. She paused for a moment to savor the anticipation before pushing her panties aside and squatting directly on top of Tom's face.
A warm stream of urine hit Tom square in the face, causing him to gag and cough as he tried to breathe through the overwhelming stench. As if this wasn't enough, Lucy continued to relieve herself for several more seconds until she finally finished, leaving Tom coated in a thick layer of her golden nectar.
Feeling brave now that her bladder was empty, Lucy pushed her panties back into place and turned her attention back to Tom. "You know what comes next, slave," she groaned as she stepped out of the way, revealing Emily who was already dripping wet between her legs.
"Time for you to taste what you've been missing," Emily giggled before lifting up her skirt and seating herself on Tom's face once more. Her panties were already soaked through with her sweet, musky scent, and as she lowered herself onto his face, Tom could feel the warmth spreading across his skin.
Emily began to grind slowly against his face, moaning softly as she felt herself growing closer to another climax. Despite the discomfort and humiliation he was enduring, Tom couldn't help but be aroused by the sensation of her body against his face. He tried to push past the pain and focus on pleasing his Mistress.
As Emily reached her peak, she let out a long, loud moan that seemed to echo throughout the room. Her body shuddered as she released her climax onto Tom's face, and for a brief moment, he thought she might have finally finished. But then, without warning, he felt a sudden rush of warmth and a foul odor fill the air.
Emily had diarrhea.
Filled with horror and disgust, Tom tried to push her away, but it was too late. She had already unleashed a torrent of thick, brown liquid onto his face, leaving him coated from head to toe in her feces. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he sobbed uncontrollably, but neither Emily nor Lucy showed him any mercy.
As Lucy walked up behind him and began to rub her soiled panties all over his back, Tom could feel his resolve crumbling. This was too much humiliation for even him to bear. "You like being our toilet slave, don't you?" Lucy sneered, slapping him hard across the face.
With nowhere else to turn, Tom nodded his head meekly, his entire body trembling with shame and fear. "Good boy," Emily purred, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead. And with that, they left him there, covered in their filth and utterly broken.
Their special discount had been "paid in full" with Tom's body.
