Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Toilet slaves place is near the scrapyard

Title: Smelly Milana / Poo19 - Toilet slaves place is near the scrapyard

Tags: Toilet Slavery, Smelly Milana / Poo19

Original Content:

Today was a fall day and Mrs. Christina and Victoria decided to take me and Bernar for a walk outside the city. They wanted some fresh air and to chat about their affairs. At some point during the walk, I strayed behind the group due to my own thoughts. I didn't expect that this small delay would lead me into trouble. Later on, the mistresses discovered my absence and were furious. They severely punished me by whipping me with a belt and a whip until I could hardly stand.

Upon returning home, it was already dusk. The girls forgot to use the toilet before leaving for our walk and they remembered it only after a while. It was too far to go back, so they decided to relieve themselves in the scrapyard nearby. This uninhabited place was perfect for their needs. Without any concern for privacy or noise, they could easily make a slave lie on the ground with his mouth open and empty their bowels and bladders into it.

The scrapyard was also home to various animals who wouldn't mind the smell of human excrement and urine. The mistresses undid their pants and underwear, revealing their bare bottoms to me. Then they took turns squatting over my face and relieving themselves into my open mouth. The taste of urine and feces filled my mouth, making me groan in disgust. However, I could not spit it out or refuse to take their filth.

Mrs. Christina's shit was bitter and stinky, but I quickly swallowed it. Then it was Mrs. Victoria's turn. She took her sweet time, stretching her legs and making small, sweet-smelling poops with sesame seeds. Each morsel filled my mouth as I was unable to resist the urge to eat them. The girls took turns using me as their personal toilet until they were satisfied.

Once they were done, they got dressed and left me lying on the ground, entwined in my own filth. It was now completely dark outside and I was alone, hiding from people who might find me disgusting. Despite this humiliating experience, I still wore my collar and leash like a proper toilet slave, reminding me of my place in their world. When I finally managed to get home, I crawled into the bathroom for a long, hot shower to wash away the stench of human waste.

This experience taught me an important lesson: as a toilet slave, I must always be vigilant and never stray too far from my Mistresses' side. My place is near them wherever they go, whether it's in the kitchen, the bedroom, or even in a scrapyard. My role is to serve them and clean up after them, no matter how disgusting or humiliating that might be. That is the life of a toilet slave.