EATINGALLSHITFROMGODDESSES - Mistress Anita Mistress Kennya and friend hardcore play

Mistress Goddess Anita, known for her extravagant shitting fetish, decided to invite her close friend, the equally dominant and filthy-minded Mistress Kennya, for a play session with her human toilet. Little did the toilet slave know that he would be subjected to the most humiliating and depraved treatment yet by these two goddesses.

The day began innocently enough, with the toilet slave prepared as always - a fresh pair of latex gloves fitted snugly over his hands, a plastic raincoat covering his body, and a gas mask secured around his head. He stood patiently by the bathroom door, ready to serve his mistresses' every need.

Goddess Anita emerged from her chamber first, her tight, black latex dress hugging every curve of her voluptuous body. She strutted confidently towards him, her stilettos clicking against the marble floor. With a smirk, she pointed down to her overflowing toilet bowl - a clear indication of what was to come.

"Go clean that up," she commanded, flagrantly disregarding his safety precautions. "And be sure to gather every drop of my nectar. We have a guest arriving soon."

The toilet slave knelt before the filthy bowl, his fear and anticipation growing with every passing moment. As he worked, he could feel his mistress' gaze boring into his back - a reminder of his place in her twisted world. When he was satisfied that no trace of her shit remained, he stood up, his gloved hands held at his sides like a servant awaiting further instructions.

Goddess Anita took her time preparing, enjoying the sight of her human toilet standing idly by. Finally, she turned to face him, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Your work here isn't finished yet," she purred, pulling a black cocktail dress over her head.

"Get on your hands and knees." His voice was low and threatening, sending shivers down the toilet slave's spine. Without hesitation, he obeyed, lowering his body into the submissive position. He could feel the soft material of the dress brushing against his nose as his mistress approached. Then, suddenly, she was gone, replaced by the cool touch of the latex gloves.

Mistress Kennya entered the room then, her presence only hinted at by the clanking of her stilettos against the floor. Dressed in a shimmering gold dress that hugged her voluptuous frame, she cast a predatory gaze over the toilet slave, taking in every inch of his exposed body.

"Delicious," she purred, running her gloved hands over his ass and down between his legs. The toilet slave trembled violently, his musk filling the air as his excitement grew. "He's going to taste so good."

As if on cue, Goddess Anita reappeared, a long, black strapon cock in her hand. "Are you ready for your next lesson, slave?" She asked crudely, grabbing his face and forcing him to look up at her.

He could only nod, his mouth too dry to speak. She pressed the strapon against his lips, and he opened obediently, taking the enormous cock into his mouth. With a savage thrust, Mistress Kennya plunged the cock into his asshole, her powerful thrusts making him gasp and moan around the intruder in his mouth.

The two goddesses took turns fucking him, their heavy breathing and hushed whispers of pleasure and domination echoing in his ears. They took their time, relishing every moment of his submission and degradation. As they fucked him, they fed him their nectar: thick, hot loads of feces and piss, made even more potent by their expert blending of flavors.

Finally, they withdrew, leaving him lying on the floor, spent and exhausted. Goddess Anita stood before him, a sneer on her face. "Clean yourself up," she commanded, gesturing towards his sticky, filthy body. "You're a mess."

The toilet slave struggled to his feet, gathering the dirty rags that were all that remained of his dignity. As he got to his feet, he noticed that Mistress Kennya had left something behind: a trail of her piss leading out of the room. He followed it, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"What is it, slave?" Goddess Anita asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't take your mind off that trail of piss, can you?" She laughed cruelly, watching as he hesitated. "Go on, crawl after it like the pathetic piece of shit you are. Maybe you'll learn something."

The toilet slave crawled after the trail, his mind racing with thoughts of what he might find. As he reached the end of the hallway, he saw a pair of stiletto heels disappearing around a corner. He followed them, his heart pounding in his chest. Around the corner, he saw Mistress Kennya standing tall, her gorgeous form framed by a pair of open doors.

"Come in, slave," she purred, beckoning him with a flick of her gloved wrist. "I have a little surprise for you."

The toilet slave entered the room, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. There, on the floor, was Mistress Kennya's puddle of piss - only now it was spreading rapidly, growing larger by the second. And in the center of the puddle...was a pair of black pantyhose, filled with her kaviar.

"Drink it," she commanded, her voice dripping with venom. "Every last drop."

The toilet slave knelt before the growing puddle, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was seeing. He hesitated for a moment, looking up at his mistress with pleading eyes. But she only sneered, her lips curling in disgust at his weakness.

With trembling hands, he reached into the puddle, his fingers finding the soft fabric of the pantyhose. He pulled them free, revealing the wet, squishy mass inside. Taking a deep breath, he lifted the pantyhose to his lips, and began to drink.

As he drank, he felt his stomach churn with revulsion. The kaviar was thick and disgusting, coating his tongue and teeth with its filthy taste. But he couldn't stop - Mistress Kennya watched him with a mix of excitement and anticipation, her gaze daring him to disobey.

Finally, he finished the last of it, gagging and coughing as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "Good boy," Mistress Kennya purred, walking over to him. She bent down, her face close to his, her breath hot on his cheek. "You know," she whispered maliciously. "You look even better covered in my nectar." And with that, she reached into her puddle again, pulling out a handful of her mess and smearing it across his face and body.

The toilet slave stood there, trembling with excitement and fear. This was it: the ultimate test of his submission, the proof of his devotion to these two goddesses. He looked from one to the other, his eyes full of adoration and disgust. "Thank you, my ladies," he murmured, bowing low before them. "I am your humble and loving slave, ready to do your every bidding."

Goddess Anita and Mistress Kennya shared a look, nodding their approval. They had done well - their toilet had proven himself worthy of their attention once again. With a smile, they turned and walked away, leaving him standing there in the middle of their filthy creation, his heart filled with a twisted mix of pleasure and humiliation.