In ScatqueensBerlin, the two Scatqueens, Sarah and Diana, were sitting on a luxurious sofa, chatting away casually. Their toilet slave, who was referred to as "it," was kneeling on the floor between them, waiting patiently for his next orders. As they talked, Sarah broke off from her conversation to excuse herself and go to the bathroom.
Diana continued chatting with "it," occasionally glancing over at Sarah's closed door. Moments later, Sarah emerged from the bathroom, a satisfied smile on her face as she walked back over to the couch. She had been relieving herself and now sported a fresh pair of wet panties.
Sarah plopped down on the couch next to Diana, her heavy scent wafting towards the slave. Diana, eager to see what Sarah had prepared, looked at her expectantly. Sarah grinned widely and reached her hand down between her legs, revealing a small plate covered in something unknown.
"What's on the menu today, my lovely Diana?" Sarah teased as she pulled the saree off of her lower body, revealing her shaved pussy and asshole. The slave watched in awe as Sarah picked up a samosa from the plate and presented it to Diana, who eagerly took a bite. As Diana ate the treat, she leaned back against Sarah, grinning with pleasure.
"Mmm, delicious as always, my darling Sarah," Diana purred, licking her lips. "And what about our little toilet slave here? Don't you think he deserves a taste too?" She winked at the slave, who trembled in anticipation.
Sarah chuckled softly before picking up another samosa and offering it to the slave. He hesitated for a moment before taking it from her, his hands shaking as he did so. Nervously, he took a bite of the samosa, tasting the mixture of savory filling and his Mistresses' feces. The slave's eyes widened in shock as the unexpected flavor exploded on his tongue, but he refused to spit it out.
Diana watched him intently, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. She reached down and gently stroked the slave's cheek, her fingers smeared with her own feces. "You see, slave," she purred, "it's not just about tasting our food. It's about showing respect for what we do and serving us with absolute devotion."
As the slave finished the samosa, Sarah praised him, telling him he had done well. But she warned him that there would be more challenges ahead, and he would have to prove himself worthy of serving them. The slave nodded humbly, his mind racing with the thought of what might come next.
As the night wore on, the two Scatqueens continued to engage in their twisted ritual, alternating between drinking wine, talking, and taking turns using the slave as their personal toilet. The smell of feces and urine filled the room, and the sounds of sexual pleasure and domination echoed off the walls.
Despite the unconventional setting and the taboo nature of their actions, there was an odd sense of comfort and camaraderie among them. It was a secret world where nothing was off-limits, and where power and control were the ultimate aphrodisiacs. As they laughed and shared intimate moments together, the slave watched in awe, marveling at the strange beauty of their bond.
