As the drugs began to take effect, the client found himself in an increasingly humiliating situation. The dominatrixes, now aware that he was completely under their control, started to tease and torture him in unimaginable ways. The first lady, whom he had seen earlier in the day during business hours, kicked off her heels and began fondling herself under the table. She slowly removed her pantyhose and revealed shapely legs adorned with stockings. Her eyes met his as she leaned over him, smirking.
"Don't worry, slave. You're going to enjoy this," she purred, her breath hot on his neck.
The second lady, a younger and sexier version of the first, licked her lips impatiently as she watched on. She slid her chair back and approached the tableside toilet bowl where the client lay motionless. With a triumphant grin, she pulled off her skirt and blouse, revealing nothing underneath but black lace lingerie. As if reading his thoughts, she wiggled her hips suggestively.
"Do you want to see more, slave?" she asked coyly, teasing him further.
Before he could muster a response, the older lady pushed her face onto his crotch area, grinding against him lewdly. Her mouth moved up to his ear, and he could feel her warm breath as she whispered, "Say you want it, slave."
Choked with humiliation, the client managed to mumble out a reply. "Please..." he whimpered, his heart pounding in his chest.
The second lady smirked knowingly, then knelt down beside him and placed her hand on his chest. She leaned over him, resting one arm on the toilet bowl, her breasts practically spilling out of her lacy bra. She moaned softly as she lowered herself onto the rim of the toilet bowl, her panties now completely wet. Her lips were parted in anticipation as she leaned closer to his mouth.
"Drink this, slave," she commanded him, holding her panties to his lips.
As he opened his mouth obediently, she pushed them inside, his nose brushing against her damp underwear. He could feel the warm, musky scent of her arousal as he briefly tasted her excitement. She pulled them away quickly, leaving him wanting more.
Meanwhile, the first lady had moved around to his other side, standing over him with her hand still at his throat. Her panties were now dark with his saliva, and she looked down at him with cold eyes. "You're a filthy little slave," she growled, her hand tightening around his neck.
But despite the danger and humiliation, the client found himself unable to resist their power. They were his mistresses now, and he would do anything to please them. So he opened his mouth, ready for whatever they would give him next.
