As the toilet slave arrived for his appointment, Mistress Roberta and Victoria greeted him with their ever-present smiles. They began the session by instructing him to remove his clothes and kneel before them, head bowed in submission. The usual humiliation ensued, with both mistresses taunting and teasing him as they ran their hands over his naked form. The males cock, already hardened from anticipation of their desires, twitched eagerly under their gaze.
Mistress Roberta took control of the situation, demanding that he orgasm under her watchful eye. She commanded him to stroke his own shaft, his fingers moving rhythmically up and down the length of it until he could feel the waves of pleasure approaching. The room filled with his moans of submission as he let go, allowing himself to cum twice into a small cup placed before him. The sensation was intense, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him.
Satisfied with his performance, Mistress Roberta thanked him before leading him to a bathroom with a golden toilet seat. The toilet was kept pristine clean, just for this purpose. The mistress sat down gracefully on the throne, placed her legs apart and beckoned the slave to kneel in front of her. She then did something unexpected - she reached out and gently stroked his cheek.
"Now," she said softly, her voice almost kind, "it's time for me to feed you."
The toilet slave's eyes widened in shock and arousal as Mistress Roberta positioned herself carefully over the toilet bowl. Her body weight forced open her anal cavity, revealing a sight that made his cock stir again - it was glistening with warm liquid, and the musky scent of her body filled the room. Mistress Roberta moaned softly as she began to defecate onto the slave's face, letting out a long sigh of relief as she did so.
"S-sorry Mistress," he stammered, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, "I can't swallow, only taste."
Mistress Roberta chuckled softly, pushing him down onto the tiled floor. "That's okay, my little toilet boy," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm,"you don't need to swallow every bit of it."
As she continued to defecate, she leaned forward, her breasts almost touching his face. "Clean it up for me," she ordered when she was done. The toilet slave leaned into his task, using his tongue to lap up every last drop of her offering. The taste was disgusting but also oddly arousing, and his cock twitched again in response. Mistress Roberta seemed to sense this, for she gently nudged it with her foot before standing up and walking away.
"Thank you for your service," she said, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she left the room. The toilet slave was left alone, confused yet aroused by what had just happened. He knew that he wasn't allowed to cum again until he reached home, but the desire for climax was hard to resist after what had just transpired.
As instructed, after leaving Mistress Roberta's home, he hurriedly made his way back home to obey the final part of the task. Alone in his room once again, he stroked his throbbing member, thinking about Mistress Roberta and the taste of her feces still lingering on his tongue. It wasn't long before he felt his orgasm approaching, and this time, there was no one there to stop him. He let out a long moan as he ejaculated onto his stomach, his body tense with the sensation of release. The room was filled with the loud gush of his final cumming, echoing throughout the silence like a drumbeat.
As he lay there, spent and satisfied, he couldn't help but think about the strange yet thrilling day he had. He knew that while some might view it as degrading, for him, it was a way of life; a way of submitting to these powerful women who held his heart and his mind captive. And as he drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of future sessions, dreamt of serving these divine goddesses once more.
