He eagerly lapped up the saliva-soaked cake crumbs from the bowl, savoring the faint taste of each Lady's mouth. As he cleaned up the last bits, a new wave of excitement washed over him: today might be the day they let him relieve himself. He'd held it for far too long already, and his bladder was almost ready to burst.
"Now, slave," Mistress Violet purred, "you've always shown such enthusiasm for serving us on the potty. Why don't you lead the way?"
He stood up at once, his hardon pressing painfully against the confines of his tiny shorts. He'd always loved using the toilet with the Ladies, especially when it involved resting his chin on the edge of the tub and letting them play with his sack while he watered the roses. He could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it.
"But Mistress," he humbly protested, "I thought perhaps tonight we could all-"
"Silence!" Mistress Faye snapped, pulling out her riding crop with a sinister smile. "We decide when we use the toilet, do you understand?"
He nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. If they weren't ready to relieve themselves yet, at least he could serve them in other ways while they played with his cock and balls.
As they walked down the hall to the master suite bathroom, he tried to keep his eyes on the prized display of antique china in its glass case rather than ogle the shapely asses of his Mistresses. It wasn't easy, but he managed to maintain some semblance of decorum.
Once inside the opulent bathroom, he stepped aside as they prepared for their afternoon tea. Mistress Faye lit a few candles and set out a delicate china tea set on the gold-plated bidet, while Mistress Violet ascended her high heels to stand on the toilet seat and arranged her silk robe around her shoulders. The sight of her plump bare bottom almost made him come right then and there.
"Now then, slave," Mistress Faye purred, handing him a small silver tray. "Offer the Ladies their beverages."
He knelt before them, his hard cock pressing against the soft rug. "Would your Ladyships care for some tea?" he asked breathlessly, barely containing his excitement. "Or perhaps a refreshing glass of water from my freshly-cleaned willy?"
Mistress Violet chuckled softly, running a finger along his chin before leaning down to take a sip from the teacup held aloft by his hard-on. He gasped as her cool lips brushed against his sensitive skin, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure.
"Oh yes," Mistress Faye murmured, eyes glinting with mischief. "We definitely need to use your little cannon today."
Without warning, both Ladies of the house kicked off their heels and slipped out of their pantyhose, revealing their perfect bare legs adorned with silky stockings. They stepped back, motioning for him to join them on the edge of the tub.
He quickly set down the tray and knelt between them, taking in the sight of their voluptuous thighs pressed against each other and the sweet scent of their feminine arousal. Mistress Faye looped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him close as she leaned forward to take a sip from the teacup held between his nipples.
He moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of her hot mouth on his sensitive skin. As he continued serving them their tea from his cock, he couldn't help but feel grateful and aroused by their unique brand of afternoon tea service. This was truly a treat beyond words.
