Shit in Pantyhose: A Fetishistic Adventure in the Sauna
As a toilet slave, I was eagerly awaiting my next task from my Mistresses, Victoria and Christina. To my surprise, they had a new idea in store for me - shit in pantyhose. They informed me that they wanted me to clean their asses after they had relieved themselves while still wearing their opaque black pantyhose. It was a unique way of fulfilling my fetishistic passion for women's pantyhose while also satisfying their desires. The task was not without its challenges, as the smell emanating from the soiled garments would be intense and their warmth would discomfort them.
The experience began in the sauna, where we were all relaxing. When it was time for them to use the bathroom, they did not remove their pantyhose. Victoria took longer than usual due to her indulgence in spicy food and alcoholic beverages at a nightclub the previous evening. Her shit was semi-liquid and extremely foul-smelling, with an unmistakable sour aroma. I quickly knelt before her, ready to clean her mess. As I did so, the pungent odor made my eyes water, but I couldn't pause or show any discomfort; that would only invite more punishment from my Mistresses.
Christina's shit was not as strong-smelling but still carried an unpleasant aroma that permeated the air around us. I quickly removed her pantyhose and licked up the feces before tossing them aside. Her ass was clean, as usual, and she let out a satisfied sigh as I finished my task. The other girls, who were unaffected by the smell, looked on with amusement at my predicament.
Victoria's pantyhose were a different story. Her shit had soaked through to her buttocks, making the task more difficult. I kneeled before her again, my face close to the offending garment, and used my tongue to clean away every last drop of her excrement. The smell was overpowering, causing me to gag occasionally, but I couldn't show any weakness. Once I was done, I wiped down her ass with a warm towel, careful not to touch her skin.
Moving on to the next Mistress, I repeated the process with similar results - Christina's pantyhose were relatively clean, while Victoria's were far less pleasant. As I worked, I could feel their eyes on me, assessing my performance. The whip lay close by, ready to crack if they felt I wasn't doing enough or doing it quickly enough.
Finally, all three pairs of pantyhose were clean, and the girls washed up for their shower. I was relieved to be away from the smell but also slightly disappointed that the experience was over. It had been an intense and challenging adventure into my fetishistic passion, one that left me both aroused and nauseous. As I crawled away, I vowed to always be ready for whatever my Mistresses had in store for me next.
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