In a plush and luxurious bathroom, Dominatrix domi and Kimi, her pet feline, sat side by side on a marble bench, basking in the warmth of the steaming shower. Their gazes shifted to the pathetic slave lying prostrate in the adjoining shower stall, his naked form shivering with anticipation. He was theirs to play with, their object of desire and revulsion.
"He disgusts us, doesn't he, Kimi?" domi purred, the smirk on her lips revealing her sadistic amusement. Kimi, her long, sleek tail flicking back and forth,purred in agreement, "Oh, yes, mistress. His very existence seems to offend my delicate sensibilities."
Without further ado, domi stood up and approached the slave with a sneer. She peered down at him, her gaze filled with cruel intent. The slave trembled beneath her gaze, his eyes filled with fear and desire. domi leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear, "I think it's time we taught you some manners, slave."
As if in response to her words, Kimi launched herself from the bench and landed gracefully onto the slave's face. He gagged on the thick, musky scent of her pussy that filled his nostrils and the taste of her saliva coating his tongue. The feline goddess, for that was what Kimi was, proceeded to lick and claw at the slave's face, leaving behind trails of her scent and saliva.
domi, meanwhile, knelt down beside the slave and began to spit on him, relishing in the look of horror and arousal on his face. She stood up again and stepped back, motioning for Kimi to follow suit. The feline obliged, jumping back onto the slave's face and spitting a stream of saliva into his open mouth.
When Kimi was finished, she climbed back onto the bench, leaving the slave to writhe in excitement and disgust. domi walked back over to him, her hips swaying seductively. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she bent down low and whispered into his ear, "Now, it's time for your real meal."
Reaching into her pants, she pulled out a glove and snapped it onto her hand. The slave trembled in anticipation as domi knelt before him once more. With careful precision, she pressed her ass against his face, positioning him perfectly to receive her gift. And then, she released her anal hold, allowing her feces to pour into his open mouth.
He gagged and choked, struggling against his restraints as he tried to swallow the stuff that flowed like hot lava down his throat. It tasted foul, but he wasn't allowed to show any sign of displeasure. domi would have none of it. Once he'd finished, she revealed a few logs of her feces from behind her back, dropping them into his mouth as well.
"Time for some dessert," she smiled, walking over to the showerhead and turning it on. She scooped up some of the warm water and splashed it onto the slave's face, washing away some of the filth but leaving most of it behind. Then, she grabbed a bottle of her own urine and poured it over his head, drenching him in the warm, stale liquid.
With a satisfied smile, domi stepped back and admired her handiwork. The slave, now coated in a thick layer of feces and piss, looked up at her with a mix of terror and arousal in his eyes. He was theirs, body and soul. And they were going to enjoy every moment of it.
