The warm, sunny afternoon was a perfect backdrop for our little gathering. My five Mistress friends and I were lounging on the terrace, enjoying each other's company and engaging in all sorts of teasing and fun. Suddenly, two of us felt the obligatory urge to pee. Without missing a beat, one of the girls stepped over the first slave lying prostrate on the ground like a human urinal and let a stream flow straight into his mouth. He obeyed without hesitation, taking every drop without so much as a whimper.
In the meantime, the other slave knelt nearby, his eyes fixed on the mistress's crotch, ready to serve as a human toilet paper holder. He hung on to her every move, anticipating her next need. The moment she finished wiping herself clean, she tossed the used toilet paper into his mouth without a second thought. The sharp stench of urine was not lost on us, but it seemed to add to the electric atmosphere.
Our giggles echoed through the air as the other three mistresses didn't hesitate to join in on the fun. They gathered around the second slave, using him as a human spittoon, filling his mouth with saliva while he was still getting peed on by the other two mistresses. The unspoken dominance was palpable, and the slaves couldn't help but obey, their eyes wide with both fear and arousal.
Satisfied for the moment, we decided that this was merely the beginning of our little games. With a mischievous grin spreading across her face, my Mistress friend stood up and surveyed the scene before us. The two slaves were presented to us, one covered in pee and saliva, the other holding a pair of dirty underwear.
"Well, well," she purred, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "What do you say we make these slaves earn their keep a bit more?"
