Eva and I had been friends for a while now, but lately, our relationship had taken a more intimate turn. Always the wild one, it was no surprise that she had suggested this idea. We were in her room with her new sex toy, a male slave she had bought off the internet. He was naked, tied to the bedpost, and looked incredibly terrified.
"Are you ready, my love?" She asked him seductively, caressing his cheek. He nodded nervously, not understanding a word of what she said but terrified of disobeying her.
"This is going to be so much fun," Eva said excitedly before turning to me with an evil grin. "You know what we should do next?"
"What?" I asked cautiously, feeling uneasy about where this was going.
"Handcuff him," she replied nonchalantly while walking towards him, grabbing a pair of handcuffs from her drawer. "We'll make things more interesting."
I hesitated for a moment, but curiosity got the better of me. Without another word, I grabbed his wrists and snapped the cold metal cuffs around them. He whimpered softly, his eyes filling with tears.
"Shhh," Eva comforted him, "it's just for playtime." She smiled at me then turned to him again. "Now, let's have some fun."
She began to undress slowly, teasing him with each reveal. She was wearing a skimpy black lingerie set that barely covered anything. It was clear that this was her intent all along—to degrade and humiliate him as much as she could. When she was finally naked, she straddled him, her weight pressing down onto his bound wrists.
"Tell me what you want," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath causing him to shiver uncontrollably. He whimpered, unable to form words.
"Oh, come on," she teased him, slapping his cheek gently. "Say it."
"Please, mistress," he managed to stutter out after a few tries.
"That's it," Eva smiled, leaning down to kiss him passionately. Their tongues entwined in a twisted display of dominance and submission.
As their kiss broke, Eva turned to me again, her eyes shining with excitement. "Watch this," she said quietly before taking his mouth off guard and pushing her stained fingers deep into it. The smell of shit filled the room as she force-fed him her filth. He gagged and choked on it, trying desperately to pull away, but the handcuffs held him in place.
Eva pulled back slowly, watching as he retched and spit out the remaining pieces of shit. "There, now that's not so bad, is it?" She asked cheerfully, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. The slave shook his head no, tears streaming down his face.
"You like that, don't you?" She grinned wickedly, pressing his face back into her crotch. "Say it!"
"Yes, mistress," he moaned through the sobs.
Satisfied with his response, she stood up and walked towards me, handcuffs still in hand. "Your turn," she said with an almost childlike glee.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of what she had just done. But there was no denying how turned on she was by this twisted game, so I complied. I knelt down beside him, the cold metal clicking into place around his wrists.
She stood behind me, her body pressed against mine as she guided my hand down to his mouth. "Teach him to like it," she whispered into my ear with a naughty giggle.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed my fingers into his mouth, feeling him gag on them as he tried to move away. It was disgusting yet arousing at the same time. I could feel his warm saliva on my skin as he clamped down around my fingers, trying to get away from the taste.
We went back and forth like this for what felt like an eternity. Eva cheered us on, encouraging us both to push our boundaries even further. When it was time for me to finally remove my fingers, I found myself reluctant. I didn't want it to be over.
"Now," Eva said, her voice filled with anticipation. "It's time."
She moved behind him again, her hands exploring his body until they found their target. With a soft moan, she began to take a shit on top of him. Black, steaming feces oozed onto his chest and neck as he begged for mercy between gasps of air.
"Oh, come on, don't be such a baby," Eva scolded him gently before pushing his face into the mess again. "Eat it up."
Tears streamed down his face as he opened his mouth unwillingly, accepting his fate. With a final push, she shoved the warm turd into his mouth forcing him to swallow as much as possible. The look on his face was one of pure horror mixed with revulsion, yet he couldn't help but moan softly at the taste—a testament to the depths of his degradation.
As we stood there watching him suffer, I couldn't help but feel both repulsed and aroused by what we were doing. This was far from anything I'd ever experienced before, but there was something thrilling about crossing these boundaries.
Eventually, we released him from his bonds and left the room together, our hearts pounding from the rush of adrenaline. We didn't speak much on the walk back to hers, both lost in our own thoughts about what had just happened.
When we reached her bedroom door, she turned to me with a mischievous grin. "So, what did you think?"
I couldn't find the words. I hadn't enjoyed it, per se. But there was no denying the intensity of the experience. "It was something," I managed to say finally, trying to sound cool about it all. "When do we do it again?"
She threw her head back laughing, revealing an infectious laugh that echoed through the room. "Oh, we will, my friend, we will."
