EATINGALLSHITFROMGODDESSES - Zeida and Anita slapping and kaviar feeding

In a dimly lit dungeon, two stunningly beautiful women, Zeida and Anita, dressed in revealing latex and leather dominatrix outfits, stood tall over their eagerly-awaiting slaves. One of them, Faith, had been prepared for his turn to serve these divine goddesses by cleaning their lavatories and tummies. Little did he know what was in store for him as he nervously awaited his fate.

Zeida, her face contorted in a sneer of dominance, approached Faith. She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the otherwise silent room as Faith's cheek stung in pain. But this was nothing compared to what was about to happen next.

With a smirk of satisfaction, Zeida grabbed Faith by the hair and forced his head down towards her ass. He could smell the foul stench emanating from her gaping asshole, which she had been using liberally since her last session. As he opened his mouth, she let out a torrent of hot, putrid shit onto his tongue. His eyes watered as he struggled not to gag on the repulsive taste. But this was a sign of submission, and he knew better than to refuse his mistress's command.

Zeida watched as Faith swallowed her shit, savoring the sight of his face contorting in disgust. Satisfied for now, she stepped back and clapped her hands together, signaling for Anita to take over.

Anita sauntered over to Faith, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She reached down and yanked his head up by the hair, forcing him to look deep into her eyes. She lifted her leg high in the air, exposing her tight asshole and wet cunt to his gaze. With a mischievous glint, she pushed his head forward, commanding him to taste her sweet juices. He opened his mouth, eager to please his mistress, and eagerly lapped up her nectar. As he did so, she moaned in approval, her hips rocking back and forth teasingly.

Once Faith had finished pleasing Anita, she grabbed him by the neck and led him over to a table covered in a white cloth. On top of the table was a golden dish, filled to the brim with what appeared to be caviar. Anita looked down at Faith with a sneer of contempt, then raised her hand and slapped him across the face once more. "You pathetic little slave," she hissed, "You're lucky we've decided to even feed you today."

Faith nodded in agreement, knowing better than to argue with his mistress. His mouth watered as he watched Anita scoop up a huge amount of the golden kaviar onto a golden spoon, dripping it onto the white cloth. She turned to him and commanded, "Open wide." He obeyed instantly, his tongue darting out to taste the delicious morsel. As the rich, salty flavor exploded on his tongue, he moaned in delight. He had never tasted anything so exquisite before.

As Anita watched, satisfied with his obedience, Zeida stepped forward. She grabbed Faith by the head and forced his face down towards her ass once more. "Now," she commanded, "you get to clean up my mess." Faith trembled in anticipation as he felt Zeida's hot, steaming shit dripping down his throat once more. He knew that this was what it meant to be a slave - to obey and serve without question or hesitation. And he was more than happy to do so, if it meant that he could taste just a little bit more of their divine kaviar.