Miss Dula and her friend, both holding their bladders tightly from laughing way too hard on the latest standup acts on TV, looked at each other in anticipation. They had planned this for days; to find the perfect protagonist for their private amusement - a slave willing to be humiliated for their whims. Their eyes fell on the obese yet eager man kneeling before them, his chin barely scraping the floor as he anxiously waited for their commands.
"Get on your knees," Miss Dula commanded in a cold yet playful tone. The slave obeyed immediately, moving his lumpy body into position. She smirked and gestured towards her friend. "My friend here," she began, "has an urgent need to pee. So, you will be our toilet tonight."
The slave's eyes widened in fear and excitement all at once as he nodded eagerly, anticipating what was about to come. "Miss Dula," he whispered, his voice shaking with anticipation, "I understand my duty."
"Good boy," Miss Dula purred, feeling the power course through her veins. She stepped aside, motioning for her friend to take her place in front of the slave. "Now, my dear friend, you haven't even washed yourself yet. Make sure he smells the stench of your filth straight from your butt."
As if they were instructing a dog, Miss Dula's friend swayed her hips gently back and forth, teasing the slave with the scent of her arousal. The slave closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. He could barely contain his excitement at the thought of being used as a human toilet by these two beautiful women.
"Now, let's see how well you recognize your mistress's scent," Miss Dula taunted as she stepped closer, her gaze fixed on the slave's trembling form. With a swift motion, she pulled down her pants, revealing her perfectly trimmed bush and puckered asshole. "This is what you'll be wallowing in soon enough."
The slave trembled with anticipation, unable to contain himself any longer. He reached out with trembling hands, desperate to touch the source of this intoxicating scent. As his fingers brushed against her warm folds, she shuddered beneath his touch, enjoying the power she had over him.
"Now, my dear friend," Miss Dula continued, gesturing towards her friend, "feel free to release your bladder. This toilet is all yours."
With a delicate shimmy, Miss Dula's friend stepped forward, her pee-soaked panties already sticking to her skin. She sighed contently as she felt the warmth of her urine soak into the slave's eager body. He moaned in delight as he was drenched in the hot mixture of their pee and sweat.
As Miss Dula's friend emptied her bladder to the last drop, she stepped aside with a satisfied smirk, revealing the obedient slave writhing on the floor. His eyes were filled with lust and submission as he gazed up at them, waiting for their next command.
"Now, toilet," Miss Dula instructed with a sultry tone, "you will now carry out your duties. Roll over, rub the mess all over your body, and then plunge your face into it, tasting your mistress's nectar."
Obeying her orders without hesitation, the slave rolled onto his back, the warmth of their pee cascading down his chest and belly. As the scent of their arousal filled his nostrils, he reveled in the intense mix of pleasure and pain that coursed through his body.
"Good boy," Miss Dula purred as she ran her fingers through the mess on his chest. "Now, show us how much you love being our toilet."
With a low growl, the slave plunged his face into the puddle of their pee. He lapped at it like a hungry dog, his tongue darting across her scent as he moaned in ecstasy. This was the ultimate test of his devotion; to be willing to degrade himself in such a way for the pleasure of his mistresses.
As they watched, amused and aroused by his display of submission, Miss Dula and her friend exchanged knowing glances. They had found the perfect toilet for their amusement; a man who found pleasure in their pain and humiliation. For him, degradation was a pleasure; being sprinkled with their pee an honor. And so, they left him there, panting and moaning in the puddle of his own filth, content in the knowledge that he would willingly submit to their every whim.
