Lassie's surprising return was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking for the slave. It had been almost half a year since he last saw her, and he had missed her dearly. As he entered the room, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with fear at the thought of being in her presence again. Mrs. Karina, his mistress and ally, was already there, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. She smiled at him coldly and gestured towards a wooden seat, where he reluctantly sat down.
He knew what was coming; it was always the same routine when a surprise like this was announced. First, there would be punishment for his refusal to eat the feces of his mistresses, followed by an intimate mealtime where he was fed both their shits. He steeled himself for what was to come, keeping his eyes fixed on Karina as she approached. She held out a plate of freshly prepared feces, still warm from their bodies, and he could smell it from where he sat - an intoxicating mixture of stale urine and acrid shit.
"Begin," she commanded, her voice harsh in his ears. Slowly, he reached out and took the plate from her, trying not to gag on the nauseating stench. With shaking hands, he raised it to his mouth and took a bite, grimacing at the taste of raw sewage mixed with undigested food particles. He forced himself to swallow, but he couldn't keep his eyes off Karina's ass as she turned her back on him to give Lassie her turn.
He watched her squat over the toilet, her pale round buttocks glistening with sweat in the candlelight. As she released a stream of feces into the toilet, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to taste that sweet, aromatic smell. He knew that this thought was forbidden, but it consumed him nonetheless. Finally, with a loud sigh of relief, she stood up, her asscheeks clenching slightly before parting to reveal her anus.
Her intestinal canal quivered as she pushed out another stream of feces, this time directly into his mouth. It was as tough as Karina's had been, but he could detect a slight hint of pistachios this time around. He swallowed it down, choking on the taste but unable to resist the intoxicating scent that still lingered around him. As Lassie continued to feed him, he began to feel a dull ache between his legs. He couldn't deny the power that she held over him - both mentally and physically.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the meal was over. Lassie grinned wickedly at him as she cleaned her hands on a nearby napkin before turning towards Karina. "Very well done, slave," she purred, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead. "You may leave now." It was all he could do not to collapse in a puddle of his own filth as he staggered out of the room, his body trembling with relief and arousal.
The rest of the day blurred together in a haze of guilt and longing. Every time he thought of Lassie, his body twitched with unwanted desire. He knew that he was nothing but a slave to their perversions, but he couldn't help the twisted part of him that loved every moment of it.
