Valentina and I, two close friends with a wild side, had planned an extraordinary evening. We called for a toilet slave because we wanted him to experience something unique - something we couldn't do together without someone else being there. As far as we knew, no one had ever tried it before.
The doorbell rang, announcing our guest's arrival. I opened the door and let him in, my heart racing with anticipation. He was nervous too, but I could see that he was excited at the same time. He bowed before us, showing his readiness for whatever was about to come next.
"Please, Mistresses, may I serve you?" he asked in a low voice. His eyes darted between us, taking in our appearance.
"Yes, slave," Valentina replied, her smile soft but dangerous. "You're going to enjoy this."
I led the slave to a small room that had been prepared for him. The floor was covered in newspapers, and there were two buckets placed strategically on either side of him. One contained warm water, and the other cold. He looked at me, questioningly, but I didn't explain.
He knew what was coming next, though. I could see it in his eyes as I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet. "Take off your pants too," I commanded.
He hesitated for a moment before repeating after me, "Yes, Mistress." His heart felt like it was going to explode from fear and excitement.
Finally, the moment had arrived. I pushed hard, releasing a massive load of shit into the waiting bucket below. It splashed carelessly against his bare legs, and he flinched involuntarily. The smell was overpowering, but he had to hold his breath to ignore it.
"Now, it's your turn," Valentina said, a mischievous gleam in her eye. She took off her pants, perched herself on the toilet, and began to defecate. Her shit was just as massive as mine, splashing into the bucket beside it. The slave watched as we greedily filled up both buckets without any concern for dignity or cleanliness.
When we were finally finished, I nodded at the slave. He knew what he had to do. He scooted between us on his knees, leaning in close so that he could smell the mixture of our feces and piss. He grabbed a handful of my shit and brought it to his mouth, taking in the unpleasant taste. Then, he did the same with Valentina's shit, slowly working his way through both buckets.
We watched as he gulped down our shit like it was the most delicious meal he had ever had. "Isn't it delicious?" Valentina asked, giggling. "It's our special recipe. We call it the mega shit burger."
The slave had no choice but to swallow all of our shit, lest we punish him further. And when he was finally finished, we moved on to the next part of our twisted game.
Valentina took out a large dildo and handed it to me. It was already covered in our pussy juices and a little bit of blood. I handed it to the slave, who took it without hesitation. He held it against his cock, preparing himself for the next command.
"Fuck yourself with it," Valentina said with a smirk. He nodded his understanding and began to stroke himself, using the dildo to penetrate his hole. The movements hurt, but he knew he deserved it. We watched as he brought himself closer and closer to orgasm, our eyes glued to his cock thrusting up and down.
Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. His whole body tensed, and he erupted across his chest and stomach, groaning in pleasure. After a few moments had passed, he opened his eyes and looked at us, wondering what would happen next.
We grinned in unison before telling him to clean up the mess he made. He nodded obediently, picking up the used condoms and tissues we left strewn across the floor. By this point, he was utterly exhausted, but we weren't done with him yet.
We took him to the final room, where a tub waited for him. We undressed him, leaving him completely vulnerable and naked. Then, we started to pour our piss onto him, drenching his body from head to toe. He shook with each new stream of urine, trying not to cry out.
When we were finished, we lifted him out of the tub and put him on the floor to soak up every last drop of our pee. It was the ultimate humiliation. He looked up at us through teary eyes, so incredibly grateful for the chance to serve us.
We left him there, wet and filthy, still catching his breath from all that had happened. We couldn't help but burst into laughter as we closed the door behind us, delighting in the idea of what we would do next time we met our toilet slave.
