As he continued to be humiliated by his mistresses, the slave's mind wandered to the events leading up to this sorry state. He had been their pet for years and while he had initially enjoyed the attention and servitude, it had become increasingly degrading over time.
His day started off normally enough; he woke up in his cage-like bedroom, eager to please them. He made their breakfast and cleaned up the house before sitting down to his own meager meal. But today was different. Today, he was to be the center of attention again.
The anticipation built up throughout the day as he waited patiently for his afternoon tea. He couldn't help but feel nervous about what they might have planned for him this time. Finally, the door opened, and there stood three attractive women dressed elegantly in black leather dominatrix outfits.
"Afternoon, slave," they chuckled wickedly.
They told him to prepare a tray with his afternoon tea on it, and to bring it into the bathroom. As he entered the room, he noticed that something was off about the toilet—it was filled with water and there were small pieces of cake floating in it. His heart raced as he realized what was about to happen.
His mistresses instructed him to kneel down beside the toilet and lift up his face so they could pour the tea into his mouth. Desperate to please them, he complied without question. The warm, metallic taste of urine filled his mouth as it mixed with the tiny bits of cake floating on top of it.
"That's good, slave," his dominatrixes praised him. "Now let's see how well you handle liquids."
The women then took turns urinating into the bowl while he held back tears, wishing he could escape from this nightmare. As if that wasn't humiliating enough, they then instructed him to combine all of their urine with the floating cake in the bowl. The smell was nauseating, but he did as he was told.
Finally, they commanded him to drink all of it down – every last drop. As the foul mixture went down his throat and into his stomach, he wanted nothing more than to vomit it all up. But he knew that disobeying them would only lead to harsher punishments.
With tears streaming down his face and shame seeping into every pore of his being, the slave did as he was told. This was his afternoon tea – a disgusting reminder of his subjugation to these cruel mistresses who delighted in degrading him in every possible way.
