As the day went on, I couldn't help but feel nervous about the upcoming events with my Mistresses Victoria and Christina. They were always unpredictable, and I never knew what they had planned for me next. All I could do was wait in anticipation, hoping they would arrive home soon.
It wasn't long before their car pulled into the driveway, signaling the end of their walk. I sprang into action, rushing to open the door for them and help them take off their coats. They seemed pleased with my attentiveness and didn't hesitate to take advantage of my service.
"Have you been watching TV all day, slave?" Victoria asked as she flopped down on the couch with a content sigh.
"Well, yes, Mistress," I replied, my heart beating faster in my chest. "But I think I could manage some more...?"
Christina grinned evilly before reaching over and grabbing my belt. She tugged at it suggestively, and my stomach churned with anticipation.
"You should be prepared at all times, slave," she purred, her breath tickling my ear as she leaned in close.
With that, they began farting in my face - a mix of cheese sandwiches and smelly feet stench that made me want to gag. But, as always, I had no choice but to obey and enjoy their fragrant emissions.
Despite the grossness of it all, there was something strangely arousing about this kind of submission. It was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of - and they knew it.
"Now, now," Victoria said, giggling lightly. "You've had enough fun for now. It's time for your punishment."
Without warning, she swung her leg up and planted her bare foot firmly on my chest, pinning me down. I winced from the pain but tried not to show it, knowing full well that disobeying or showing any sign of weakness would only make things worse.
Christina joined in too, landing soft but painful blows from her belt wherever she saw fit. This went on for what felt like an eternity, leaving red welts on my skin as a reminder of their dominance.
Finally, they stood up and moved away from me, holding their stomachs as they laughed at my predicament. I remained on the floor, watching them as they made their way towards the balcony door. My heart skipped a beat when I realized what they were about to do - use the toilet.
As they sat down on the toilet chair, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. This was it - this was my chance to taste their feces.
When they were finished, they stood up and gestured for me to approach. I knelt before them, my mouth watering uncontrollably at the thought of what was to come.
"Alright, slave," Victoria said. "Show us how much you enjoy our shit."
With that, she lowered her panties, revealing a dark, wet smear staining her underwear. I took a deep breath and leaned forward, eagerly opening my mouth.
The first slimy glob landed on my tongue, and I quickly swallowed it down. The taste was disgusting, yet addictive - like a mix of rotten eggs and old cheese.
"Good boy," Christina cooed, her voice laced with amusement. "Look at you, so enthusiastic about our waste."
One by one, they fed me their feces, watching as I struggled not to gag or puke. But I did as I was told, taking each bite without complaint. It was a twisted form of pleasure that I couldn't deny myself.
When they were finally satisfied, I wiped my face with a towel they provided, trying to forget the taste that lingered on my tongue. But I knew that tomorrow would bring new challenges, new tests of my endurance and submission.
And, as strange as it may sound, I couldn't wait for it to happen all over again.
