Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Shitting through feeding device

In a luxurious bathroom, two gorgeous women stood over a toilet slave. One was tall and statuesque, with long legs that seemed to go on forever, while the other was curvier and more voluptuous. They both wore expensive lingerie that left little to the imagination – lace trimmed panties and bras that barely contained their ample assets. Their high heels click-clacked against the marble floor as they glared down at their unsuspecting victim.

The women were angry; their toilet slave had been less than obedient recently. He'd disobeyed orders, failed to answer questions promptly, and even dared to make rude comments. It was time for him to learn his place once more.

They explained their new plan to him: from now on, he would not be allowed to see their beautiful asses. Instead, he would take his food – which consisted of nothing but their warm, smelly shit – through a special feeding device. No longer would he have the privilege of being close enough to them to savor their exquisite scents; instead, he'd have to rely on taste alone.

The women loved this idea. Not only did it punish the slave for his transgressions, but it also added an element of mystery to their sessions. He'd never know whose shit filled his mouth next; all he'd know was that it came from one of them. That thought alone was enough to make them smile with wicked glee.

Slowly, they began to take turns sitting on the toilet, their perfect asses pointed skyward as they relieved themselves of bowel movements. As soon as each girl finished, she'd lean forward slightly and let the slave know it was his turn to eat. He would eagerly lean down toward the device, his mouth watering in anticipation of what was to come.

With each mouthful, the slave's head filled with the intoxicating scent of raw feminine waste. The taste was both repulsive and arousing, a heady mix of sweat, urine, and feces that sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but moan softly as he savored every bite – even though he knew that his mistresses could hear him through their device.

As he finished his meal, he felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. Not only had he been allowed to indulge in his sickest fantasies, but he'd also been punished for his actions. It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.

The women were impressed by his devotion. They could tell that he truly loved everything about them – their bodies, their smells, and even their shit. It was an intoxicating power trip, knowing that they held so much control over another person. And with each passing session, their bond only grew stronger.

Finally, the women stood up, smoothing down their lingerie. They turned to leave the room, giggling softly as they spun around to flash their asses at the slave one last time. He could only watch in awe, his mouth watering for the next time they'd allow him to partake in their perverted ritual.

As the door clicked shut behind them, the slave could hear the lock clicking into place. He knew then that he was theirs – body and soul. And though the thought terrified him, he couldn't help but be grateful for the chance to serve these beautiful, depraved goddesses.