Toiletslaveanddommes - Anita and friend piss drinking and diarrhea

Anita and her friend Sarah were two dominant women who shared a passion for humiliating men. Today, they had a particularly perverted plan in store for one unfortunate toilet slave. The slave had been used by Sarah on a trip to the mountains, and now he would have to endure the embarrassing antics of both women. Little did he know that he was about to experience the ultimate in scat fetishism.

The first part of the story takes place in the forest. After being beaten by Sarah, the slave was made to worship her boots while she peed into his mouth. He was obliged to drink every last drop of her golden nectar. As he lay there helpless, Anita approached with a mischievous glint in her eye. She too had been drinking all day and was eager to fill up her slave's mouth with her own nectar.

Anita stepped forward, legs spread wide apart, revealing tight black leather shorts that accentuated her round ass. The slave couldn't take his eyes off it as she began to pee, creating a steady stream of urine that flowed over his opened mouth. He drank it all in, every drop of that warm amber liquid flowing down his throat. Anita's pee was slightly less potent than Sarah's, but no less delightful to drink.

The two Mistresses then decided to switch places, a wicked grin appearing on Anita's face as she took Sarah's place over the slave. She smirked down at him, reveling in his humiliation. "Tell me, slave," she purred, "do you enjoy drinking piss?" Before he could even form a reply, she grabbed his head and forced it between her legs. She had been holding back all day and now she let loose, unleashing a torrent of piss straight into his open mouth. The taste of it was delicious; sharp and tangy yet sweet and intoxicating.

As Anita's stream finally slowed to a trickle, she pulled the slave up by his hair and looked at him with disdain. She had one last act of humiliation in store for him before sending him to Mistress Elena: he would be covered in kaviar, an epic collection of diarrhea that she had saved up from her most recent sessions. The sick and twisted toilet slave would not know what hit him when he arrived at Mistress Elena's house.

Mistress Elena was known for her love of feces and diarrhea play, and the toilet slave was about to become her latest plaything. The anticipation of what awaited him at his mistress's house was almost too much to bear. But for now, he had to endure the long, arduous journey there while covered head to toe in kaviar. His face was smeared with it, and every inch of his body was coated in a thick layer of Mistress Anita's diarrhea.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the toilet slave arrived at Mistress Elena's house. Shivering with apprehension, he knocked on the door and waited for his fate to be revealed. He could hear giggling on the other side of the door, and then it suddenly swung open. There stood Mistress Elena, dressed head to toe in black latex with a devilish grin on her face.

Elena stepped aside, revealing the toilet slave to everyone's gaze. The room erupted into laughter as they saw him covered in kaviar. "Ah, my dear slave," Mistress Elena purred, "you look positively disgusting." She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him inside, closed the door behind them. The anticipation was killing him, but he knew that whatever Elena had in store for him would be even more humiliating than what he'd already endured.

Elena walked over to a platform in the middle of the room and pushed the slave onto it. It was raised slightly off the ground, with holes at either end for his ankles and wrists. She laughed wickedly as she secured him in place, his body spread eagled before her. This was going to be a truly epic toilet humiliation clip, one that would be watched by scat lovers around the world. Elena stepped back, surveying her work with satisfaction. The slave trembled in anticipation of what was to come next.

Elena took a step forward, revealing her naked body to him for the first time. Her soft curves contrasted sharply with the harsh latex she was wearing, making her all the more alluring and dangerous. She knelt down in front of him, her face close to his cock, which was still covered in kaviar from their trip to Mistress Anita's place. She grinned wickedly, licking her lips in anticipation. "I think I'll start with this little treat," she purred, moving her face closer to his cock.

Elena began to lick the kaviar off the toilet slave's cock, savoring every bit of it. Her tongue flicked against his sensitive skin, causing him to shudder in both pleasure and shame. When she finally took him into her mouth, he almost came right there, but she pulled back just in time, chuckling evilly. "Not yet, my dear slave," she murmured darkly. "You'll have to wait a bit longer for your release."

She stood up and walked around him, cooing softly to herself as she admired her work. She grabbed a tube of lubricant from a table beside her, squeezing some of it onto her fingers. The toilet slave's heart raced as he realized what she was about to do. Elena knelt back down between his legs, her face inches from his anus. She spread his cheeks apart and slid one lubricated finger inside him. It hurt at first, but then pleasure overtook him, causing him to moan loudly despite himself. Elena couldn't help but smile at his helplessness in the face of her fingering. This was exactly what she had been waiting for: total control over her toilet slave.

As she continued to finger him, Elena moved closer to his face, her naked body pressing against him. She leaned in, her lips just brushing against his ear. "It's time for you to taste your own diarrhea," she whispered sultrily. "I want you to savor every last drop." Before he could protest, she pushed her fingers into his mouth, forcing him to take in his own filth. It tasted disgusting, yet somehow...intoxicating. He could feel himself getting harder despite the humiliation.

Elena removed her fingers from his mouth and replaced them with her cock-shaped strap-on dildo. She leaned into him, letting him feel the full weight of her body against him. "You're going to pleasure me now, toilet slave," she snarled. "You're going to show me how much you've learned from your mistresses." With that, she began to ride him, her strap-on sliding in and out of his anus while he forced himself to drink his own disgusting diarrhea as she instructed.

The climax was like nothing the toilet slave had ever experienced before. As Elena came, he felt her thrusts grow deeper and harder, pushing him to the brink of orgasm. But she held back, teasing him until he thought he'd go mad. Finally, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, "Cum for me, toilet slave." And with those words, he exploded, his cum mixing with the remains of his own diarrhea on his face and chest. It was a messy, disgusting, yet strangely arousing sight that left him panting in ecstasy and shame.

When it was all over, Elena released him from the platform, leaving him to clean up the mess they'd made together. As he lay there, exhausted but satisfied, he couldn't help but reflect on the day's events. He had been taken advantage of, humiliated, and used in ways he never imagined possible. But despite it all, there was a part of him that craved more of this perverse power dynamic. After all, who could resist the allure of being both, master and servant, all while indulging in the deepest, darkest desires?