It was supposed to be a relaxing day for Mistress Christine and Ambra, but they were eager to add some spice to their bonding session. The two ladies decided to include their slave in their playtime, knowing he would never be able to resist their allure. They wanted him to feel their power and be reminded of his place in their world.
Mistress Christine and Ambra chose to dress in luxurious Wolford pantyhose, knowing how arousing it would be for their slave. They took their time picking out the perfect shade of nude that would accentuate their curves and leave little to the imagination. Once they were ready, they made their way to the living room where their slave was waiting obediently.
As soon as he saw them, his cock began to harden against his will. He couldn't take his eyes off their long, silky legs encased in the sheer hose. The anticipation was killing him, and he knew that whatever they had planned for him would be exquisitely humiliating.
The mistresses began by making their slave masturbate in front of them while they watched with amusement. He tried his best not to cum too quickly, wanting to please them as much as possible. However, under their intense gaze and the excited swaying of their hips, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain control.
Next, they took an older, smelly pantyhose and forced it over his face. The scent was overwhelmingly feminine, and he couldn't help but inhale deeply, filling himself with the intoxicating aroma of his Mistresses. He tried desperately not to cum, knowing that they would only extend his torture if he did.
As they incited him further, caressing his body teasingly and whispering dirty words into his ears, Mistress Ambra grew impatient. She had something else planned for her little toy. Sneaking up behind him, she caught him unaware and dragged him into her bathroom.
"What do we have here?" she purred, her piercing eyes boring into his terrified ones. "I think you need a little reminder of your place," she continued coldly.
Without giving him time to react, she bent over and grabbed her panties from under the sink. She held them up for him to smell, wafting the scent directly into his nostrils. It was a mix of sweat and pussy juice, and he couldn't help but groan softly from the pleasure/pain mix.
"From now on," she declared harshly, "you will be my personal toilet."
She didn't waste any time in making him understand what she meant. She forced him to his knees and commanded him to open wide. As he trembled in anticipation, she leaned forward and emptied her bladder into his open mouth. The hot urine poured down his throat, causing him to gag and cough, but he couldn't resist swallowing every drop.
After finishing, she instructed him to suck on her pantyhose, now filled with her pee. He obeyed without question, unable to believe the humiliation he was experiencing. As he sucked and slurped on the soaking-wet fabric, he felt a small piece of feminine hygiene product fall into his mouth. He knew better than to question it and quickly swallowed it down.
Mistress Ambra finally stood up, satisfied with her little demonstration. "Remember," she warned him, "from now on, you belong to me. You will be my toilet whenever I need you to be." She left the room, leaving him there, still kneeling, mouth filled with the taste of his Mistress's piss and pantyhose.
