My life as a toilet slave was both humiliating and arousing. I had been summoned by two Mistresses, Milana and Victoria, to their lavish home where they would subject me to various forms of torture and degradation. One of the most appealing aspects of my life as a slave was the opportunity to worship their feet, which were always perfectly clean and scented. This time however, things were going to be different. Upon arriving at their home, I was immediately struck by the sight of Milana and Victoria sitting on their plush couches in beautiful lingerie. They gazed at me with cold, calculating eyes as they snapped their black leather whips in the air. I knew what was coming next and braced myself for the pain that would inevitably follow. As soon as I entered the room, Milana began her assault on my body with furious strikes from the whip. I could hear my own flesh tearing and felt the sting of the leather as it sliced through my skin. Meanwhile, I had to maintain eye contact with Victoria, who seemed to be enjoying my pain immensely. The torment lasted for what felt like an eternity, but eventually it came to an end. To my surprise, they hadn't had me lick their asses this time around. Instead, they'd defecated on the floor and ordered their second slave (whose identity remained unknown) to clean up their mess while I watched longingly from afar. When everything was finally cleaned up, they invited me over and dangled their feet playfully in front of me. My heart raced as I saw the remnants of their shit on the bottom of their soles. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting them again, even though I knew how bitter and smelly it would be. I gently took one foot in my hands and kissed it gently, slowly working my way up to licking the shit off their feet. Milana's feet were always the first to try; her diet made her shit dark and bitter. Victoria's, on the other hand, was much sweeter due to her consumption of vegetables. As I licked the floor clean, all I could think about was the chance to taste their delicious waste again. Once I had finished, they looked satisfied with my work and invited me into their bedroom where they planned on making love. I was left with the lingering taste of their shit and urine in my mouth, but nothing could dull the intoxicating desire I felt towards them.