Yara and I stood before our newly appointed toilet slave, who knelt on the cold floor of Miss Medeas dirty store. The slave was nude, his cock exposed and hard, responding to the stimulating scene that awaited him. Yara, an exotic beauty with luscious curves and a sensual demeanor, straddled the slave's face, lowering her perfect round ass inches from his mouth.
"He's all yours, Yara," I said, smirking as my partner grinned up at me. We'd chosen this slave carefully from our previous sessions—he'd been absolutely devoted to pleasuring women, particularly those who enjoyed using scat play as a part of their sexual adventures. Yara's scent was already filling the room, a heady mix of arousal and submission that floated through the air like perfume.
Yara leaned forward, gently parting her nether lips for the slave's eager tongue. He dove in, exploring her folds with eager strokes while she moaned, her hips undulating in time with his hot breath on her most intimate places. He couldn't see what was coming next but could feel me position myself on top of him, guiding him into another intense session of scat play.
I lowered myself onto his face, feeling the warmth of his breath against my bare skin as he eagerly performed his task. His hands fluttered helplessly at his sides, longing for contact but knowing better than to touch any part of me without permission. Taking slow, steady breaths, I began to defecate onto his face, enjoying the way he shivered beneath me at each soft impact.
"Swallow it, slave," I commanded, my voice low and threatening. "You may only have an orgasm if you've swallowed enough of my shit."
Despite the urge to come, our slave hesitated—but only for a moment. Yara's cock, soft and warm against his tongue, offered a more immediate caress than the cool walls of the room. He swallowed my shit eagerly, relishing the salty tang on his tongue as he tasted me for the first time.
Grunting in approval, I took hold of Yara's hips, urging her down onto our slave's cock. She moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure as she settled herself on his rigid shaft. The sight of her ass, incredibly sensual even with a faint dusting of feces across it, sent waves of desire through me.
"Fuck him," I ordered, watching as Yara began to ride him slowly, her breasts swaying gently with each powerful thrust. Her hands found purchase on our slave's head, holding him still as she took control of their coupling. Their rhythm was fast and furious now, with each savage movement sending another wave of ecstasy through me.
As our slave neared climax, I felt a new thrill of victory. I had trained him well, breaking him down until he was nothing more than an obedient machine meant for our erotic pleasure. Still, there was one last test—Yara's luscious cum dripped from her ass, pooled between them. With a laugh, I gave the command that would seal his fate.
"Swallow her cum, slave," I murmured, watching intimately as he struggled to obey. He opened his mouth eagerly, pressing his lips against Yara's quivering ass as the first fat drops of her juices touched his tongue. It was messy and dirty, but for us it was the ultimate expression of our power—and we loved it more than anything else in the world.
