Lady Missy and her companion, a fellow Scatqueen from Berlin, were relaxing in the lounge, enjoying each other's company and sharing a few cigarettes. The atmosphere was seductive, laced with both excitement and anticipation. As they chatted about their upcoming activities, they couldn't help but notice their male toilet slave, kneeling obediently at their feet.
Lady Missy took another drag from her cigarette and leaned closer to her friend. "You know what would be amusing?" she whispered mischievously.
Her companion nodded, licking her lips in anticipation. "Pissing into his mouth?"
"No, even better than that..." Lady Missy retorted, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "Let's have him taste our shit too!"
Without further ado, Lady Missy stood up and strutted over to the toilet slave. She placed a stilettoed foot on his shoulder, using him for leverage. Her friend followed suit and did the same on his other shoulder. With their combined weight pressing down on him, the toilet slave moaned softly as his mouth filled with warmth and the metallic taste of blood.
"Now," Lady Missy commanded, "open your mouth wide, toilet slave."
Obediently, he parted his lips, revealing his tongue as she placed the tip of her dainty finger against them and gently prodded. Then, she lowered her glistening asshole onto his face, positioning his tongue against her anus. He groaned, his breath hot against her skin as she felt him start to lick and nibble at her entrance.
Meanwhile, Lady Missy's companion took the opportunity to position herself behind the toilet slave's head. She placed one hand on his skull and another on his forehead, pushing his face deeper into her cunt. The feeling was both degrading and exhilarating for him, as he felt her juices dripping down his throat.
Satisfied with his positioning, Lady Missy began to pee into his toilet mouth. The warm stream flowed over his tongue and down his throat, causing him to choke and gag as it filled him up. Meanwhile, his companion placed a finger inside his mouth, pushing it past his lips and into his throat, adding to the sensation of being violated and overwhelmed.
As Lady Missy finished pissing, she moved away, and her companion took her place. She knelt behind him, her crotch aimed at his face once again. This time, she lowered her hips slightly and began to take crazy dump into his waiting toilet mouth. The overwhelming stench of her feces accompanied the warm, viscous liquid as it filled his mouth, spilled down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor.
Throughout this ordeal, Lady Missy and her companion remained calm and composed on the surface. However, deep down, they were both thrilled by their power over the helpless toilet slave. As the latex-clad goddesses of filth, they reveled in his humiliation and discomfort, knowing that there was nothing he could do to resist their desires. And so, they continued to use him as their personal toilet, relishing in the bitter taste of his submission.
