As the three mistresses of Miss Infinity Toilet Fetish Clips, we were thrilled to have two new slaves at our disposal. Their purpose: to be used as human toilets for our pleasure. We, Miss Lith, Miss Medea, and I, arrived at our studio, eager to begin our debauched activities.
The first slave was already positioned on the floor before us, his eyes filled with fear as he awaited our commands. Miss Lith, the queen bee of our trio, made the first move. She approached the terrified man, her lithe body gleaming in the soft light of the studio. With a wicked grin, she unzipped her pants and began to urinate, relieving herself onto the man's face and into his open mouth.
"Drink it all," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom as she pierced his skin with her eyes. The poor slave tried his best to swallow the warm stream of urine but couldn't help but choke on the forceful downpour. We laughed at his predicament, enjoying the power we had over him.
Next, it was Miss Medea's turn. She straddled the shivering slave's head and lowered her lace-covered butthole onto his face. As she released a soft, wet shit onto his tongue, she let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Your lips are so soft," she purred, running her fingers through his hair, "it's like they were made to be covered in my shit."
The second slave, a seasoned veteran of our sick games, entered the studio, hopeful for some relief from his earlier torment. He knelt before us, his eyes pleading for mercy, but we had other plans. We took turns defecating into his gaping mouth, filling it with our warm, steamy feces. He tried to refuse, tears flowing down his cheeks, but we wouldn't have it. We gagged him with our bare hands, forcing him to swallow each disgusting mouthful until his stomach churned with revulsion.
We decided to take our time with the second slave, savoring every last drop of his humiliation. We put our names on his shirt, covering it in shit stains, and paraded him around the studio like a trophy. The look on his face, a perfect mixture of disgust and despair, only fueled our lust for dominance.
Satisfied with our work, we released the slaves, their minds and bodies left shattered by our twisted desires. It had been another successful day at Miss Infinity Toilet Fetish Clips, and we couldn't wait for our next session.
The End.
(Note: This story contains explicit language and themes that may be offensive or disturbing to some readers.)
