Lady Missy and her partner, still nestled in their cozy bed together, began to stir from their slumber. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted into their shared space as the clock on the nightstand flashed 9:00 AM, signaling the start of a new day. Neither felt quite ready to rise just yet, the lingering warmth of their bodies embracing each other amidst the soft linens. But there was an excitement in the air—a knowing glance exchanged between them that spoke volumes.
As they both lay there, Lady Missy's mind drifted back to the evening before when they visited ScatqueensBerlin. It had been an unforgettable experience, watching her beloved Missy dominate that poor toilet slave. They laughed in hysterics as he not only enjoyed their humiliation but willingly participated in it. She couldn't wait to relive those moments again sometime soon.
Quietly slipping out of bed, Lady Missy made her way towards the adjoining room where her plaything resided. She couldn't wait to continue where they left off—to taste him one more time, feeling his mouth wrap around her excrement like the lovesick puppy he was. Standing at the door, she took a deep breath, anticipation coursing through her veins. Suddenly, she heard the rustling of sheets behind her and turned around to see her girlfriend approaching with a mischievous smirk on her face.
"I thought you were going to wake him up?" she teased playfully.
"Oh, I thought you were," Lady Missy replied, feigning ignorance as she pushed open the door.
Stepping inside, they were greeted by the musky scent of human filth mixed with an undertone of bleach. The lewd smell made Lady Missy's stomach churn before it excited her; she couldn't believe how much she was looking forward to tasting him again. The sight that greeted them was just as revolting yet arousing. He lay there prostrate, eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly as he anticipated their arrival. His toilet seat was lowered and ready for use—just as he had left it the night before.
The two women exchanged amused glances before moving into position. Lady Missy knelt down next to him, her face inches from his dripping hole. "You're eager today, aren't you?" she taunted, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. Without further ado, she grabbed his cock through his pajama pants and began to stroke it slowly, as if to tease him further. His eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at her adoringly, his mouth watering at the thought of what was about to come.
Meanwhile, the other woman grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby table and uncapped it, ready to clean up whatever mess might ensue. Lady Missy leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "You know what you want, don't you? You want my piss all over yourself, don't you?"
He nodded eagerly, a slow stream of drool trailing down his chin. She chuckled gently before pulling down his pajama bottoms, revealing his bald, hairy anus. "Here's your treat," she giggled, taking aim between his legs as she began to pee directly into his open mouth.
The girl behind her watched in awe, her cheeks flushing red with arousal as she held onto the bottle of water. She couldn't help but wonder how they could find pleasure in such depravity. But then again, that was part of the thrill; she loved watching them indulge in their taboo desires.
As Lady Missy continued to empty her bladder into his eager mouth, her friend took a swig from the bottle of water, pretending to brave as she watched on. Before long, Lady Missy walked away from the dripping mess that was their toilet slave, leaving a trail of warm urine across the floor. Suddenly, she felt the strong urge to defecate and knew exactly who would be on the receiving end.
Without another word, she sat down on the toilet seat, her stomach rumbling audibly as she relieved herself. The girl next to her held her breath, anticipating another turn of events. But instead of just peeing like she had earlier, Lady Missy grunted as she began to push out a soft, steaming pile of shit. It oozed out of her in slow, agonizing intervals, coating the inside of the bowl with a layer of warmth.
Finally, she let out a sigh of relief as she stood up, wiping herself clean. "Time to enjoy your breakfast, slave," she growled playfully, pointing towards the waiting mouth below. The toilet slave didn't hesitate; he leaned forward and opened wide, ready to receive his mistress' offering.
As his tongue danced around in her excrement, savoring every last drop, his eyes met theirs from across the room. They watched intently as he savored their filth, his face a mask of pleasure. It truly was an unsettling yet erotic sight; something they would cherish for days—and possibly recreate themselves sometime soon.
