Today was a special day at Miss Medeas' dirty store. Mistress Gaia and I, both dominants, decided to host a scat contest between our slaves. The objective was simple: whoever could swallow his mistress's shit the fastest would win the competition, earning himself a special reward.
The contest began with some intense teasing. Our slaves were made to undress completely, leaving them vulnerable and eager for what was to come. Mistress Gaia and I took turns sitting on their faces, using our bodies as a way to assert our dominance over them. We circled our bare asses above their faces, our thrusts moving in and out of their breathing space, our warm air tickling their nostrils. We were both eager to win this contest, and our slaves could feel it.
Next, we moved on to pissing. Our slaves lay on the floor, their mouths gaping open in anticipation, while we urinated into a container that sat close by. It was important that we could flush the toilet properly afterward, so we took great care not to miss the container. As we emptied our bladders, we watched our slaves' reactions, waiting for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction.
Finally, it was time for the main event. We sat side by side on the edge of a toilet, our perfect asses aimed directly at the waiting mouth below. "Open up," we commanded, our faces hardened but our eyes twinkling with excitement. Our eager slave parted his lips eagerly, eager to taste his mistresses' shit.
We took our time, constructing small, delicate turds in our bowels, making them perfect for the task at hand. As each golden nugget of shit was formed, we would lean forward slightly, giving our slave a teasing glimpse of what was to come. We wanted him to savor this moment, to know what it was like to be completely at our mercy.
And then we gave the command. "Eat," we said in unison, pushing the air from our lungs with a powerful groan. The slave couldn't believe his luck—two gorgeous goddesses shitting directly into his mouth at once. Without hesitation, he began to breathe deeply, his lips closing around the hot, salty morsels of feces.
The facesitting continued as we watched him gobble up his prize, our asses rocking softly against his face. It was an intoxicating feeling—knowing that we were in control, that our very waste was being worshiped by a loyal slave below.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, the slave finished. He looked up at us, eyes shining with excitement and pride, waiting for our verdict. We leaned back, taking one final glance at the toilet and ensuring everything was as it should be.
"Well done, slave," we said in unison, our voices filled with approval. "You have pleased us greatly. Come, come to the bed. Your reward awaits."
The slave scrambled to his feet, eager to claim his prize. As he stood before us, naked and proud, we could see the shit glistening on his lips, the traces of our feces still clinging to his tongue. We smiled, satisfied with our handiwork, and led him to the bed, where we would indulge in the pleasures that came naturally to us both.
And so, another day came to an end at Miss Medeas' dirty store, filled with new experiences and newfound thrills. Our slaves continued to serve us faithfully, knowing that they had a place here—a place where dominance and submission could blend seamlessly into a world of unbridled pleasure.
