Harley and I have been together for quite some time now, our bond strengthening with each passing day. We decided to take our relationship to the next level by trying something new and naughty - toilet slavery. We found a willing candidate, a young man who was eager to be at our beck and call.
On the day of the escapade, we met up at my place. Harley was dressed in her sexiest outfit, a black lace corset that accentuated her curves perfectly. She wore a matching thong that barely covered her juicy ass cheeks. I, on the other hand, wore something more comfortable since I knew I'd be doing most of the dirty work.
We led our slave to the bathroom and closed the door behind us. Harley went first, her plump behind spreading as she sat on the toilet. She let out a long, satisfying fart that made our slave's nose twitch. Then, with a grin at me, she slowly lowered her ass to the toilet seat and released the motherlode - a huge, steaming turd that landed with a splat in the toilet bowl.
Next up was my turn. My slave kneeled between Harley and me, looking from one of us to the other with anticipation written all over his face. I forced myself to go faster, wanting to impress Harley and make this experience unforgettable for our slave. Soon enough, I was joining her in the filthiness, my own turd landing right next to hers in the toilet bowl. This made our slave's face turn green with disgust as the stench in the room intensified.
However, our fun wasn't over yet. We decided to top off our masterpiece by urinating all over our slave's body. Harley took charge here and began peeing on him, her stream hitting him right in the face before drenching his body from head to toe. It wasn't long before I joined her, unleashing a powerful stream of golden nectar onto his prone form.
As we were done, we looked down at our slave - he looked like a drowned rat, covered in our filth and shivering like a leaf in the wind. It was clear he needed a good rinse so we dragged him into the shower and turned on the water, letting it wash away every last trace of our decay.
Despite the mess we left behind, our hearts were racing with excitement. We both knew we had shared something special with each other and our slave. As we dried off, we made plans for more Toilet Slavery sessions in the future. The idea of dominating someone so completely aroused us both, and the thought of finding more slaves to join in on our kinky fun only made us more eager.
