Lady Estelle and I were preparing our slave for an unforgettable experience. We wrapped him tightly in a sleek latex body bag, ensuring complete submission and vulnerability. His cock, already hard from anticipation, throbbed in eager anticipation of what awaited him.
We began by teasing him, our naked bodies gliding against his imprisoned form. My tongue darted out to taste his saliva as he opened his mouth, desperate for any form of contact. I then went lower, my hands exploring every inch of his muscled body before leaving wet trails down to his bound cock.
As I worked him up into a frenzy, Lady Estelle moved in for the real test. She positioned our slave's head above a large bucket, his mouth agape in anticipation. With a wicked grin, she unleashed a torrent of saliva, forcing it down his throat. His eyes bulged as he struggled to swallow all of her delicious spit.
"Now it's your turn," she purred, her voice filled with dark intent. I knelt next to him, my lips brushing against the damp line of her spit tracing its way down his throat. My tongue flicked out, teasing the rim of his open mouth before plunging deep.
Our slave moaned, his body trembling beneath the onslaught of our sensual assault. He had no idea what was planned beyond this, but he was more than willing to find out.
The next phase involved preparing him for his ultimate task: serving as our piss toilet. First, we stripped him down to nothing but his bound form, leaving him utterly exposed. Then, we knelt in front of him, our asses hovering above his face.
"Who's ass do you think this is?" purred Lady Estelle, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't know," gasped our slave, his face flushed with anticipation.
"Guess correctly, and you might be rewarded," she purred, her ass undulating ever so slightly. I watched as he struggled to catch his breath, desperately trying to guess which of us was behind.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Lady Estelle's?"
Her body shook with silent laughter as she leaned forward and let loose a stream of piss directly into our slave's mouth. He choked on the sudden rush, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to swallow.
"Wrong," she hissed, standing up to reveal her body wasn't her own. "It's mine," I said, grinning wickedly.
Our slave whimpered as I pulled out his cock, already slick with piss and drool. With one final look of pity, I plunged his cock deep into the gruel we had prepared for him. It was a mixture of our saliva and piss, thick and sticky, coating every inch of his cock.
"Enjoy your meal," Lady Estelle purred, leaning down to deliver a final kiss to his forehead.
Our slave shuddered, his entire body trembling with anticipation and fear. He knew that what lay ahead was beyond anything he could ever imagine, and he was both terrified and exhilarated by the thought of it.
As for us, we couldn't contain our excitement any longer. It was time for the grand finale - an orgy of unbridled passion and perversion, all enclosed within these intimate walls of Miss Medeas dirty store.
