Once upon a time, in a secluded mansion, there lived three beautiful Italian mistresses by the names of Dea Samantha, Lady Scarlet, and Miss Dula. They were all wealthy and powerful women with a taste for extreme fetishes. One day, they decided to give their humble servant boy an experience like no other.
The three mistresses gathered in their lavish bathroom, their magnificent asses gleaming under the soft light. They stood back to back, forming a human triangle, wearing nothing but their lingerie. The servant boy, trembling with excitement and anticipation, knelt down before them, his eyes fixed on their divine bodies.
Without saying a word, the mistresses began to take turns shitting into the toilet bowl. Dea Samantha went first, her large, round pebble-textured butthole releasing a torrent of hot, steaming poop that splashed against the slave's eagerly waiting tongue. The scent of her ass filled the air, making him dizzy with pleasure.
Next, Lady Scarlet took her turn, her tight, virgin-like asshole producing a firm and compact turd that the slave carefully sucked clean. Then came Miss Dula, whose enormous, gaping asshole seemingly split open under the effort of expelling her massive log of shit. The slave struggled to contain it all in his mouth, tasting the delicious mix of her feces and feminine juices.
As the mistresses finished their business, they turned to face the squirming slave. "Do you like being our toilet?" they purred in unison. The servant boy could only nod his head frantically.
"Then it's time for your punishment," replied Dea Samantha, her cold eyes glinting with malice. The three mistresses turned back to back and lowered their luxurious asses over the slave's face once again. This time, they took turns forcing him to lick up every drop of their combined piss and sewage, making him drink every last drop.
When they were done, the mistresses stood back and admired their handiwork. The slave looked like a used up toilet himself, his face covered in feces and piss stains. "You may clean yourself now, toilet slave," said Lady Scarlet, her voice as cold as ice.
With trembling hands, the slave grabbed a washcloth and began to scrub his skin raw. It felt strange, almost enjoyable, to have such a deep connection with his mistresses' waste. The fact that they had used him in such a degrading, yet thrilling manner made him feel completely humiliated yet utterly euphoric.
As the slave cleaned himself up, the mistresses retreated to their bedroom giggling and whispering about their next adventure. Little did they know, their faithful servant was already dreaming about being their human toilet again.
