Toiletslaveanddommes - Luna and friend fishnets worship and kaviar

Luna, the dominus of all toilets, sat upon her royal throne, her splendid ass clad in shimmering fishnet stockings. Beside her was her faithful toilet slave, Faith, who could not help but stare at the alluring sight before him. Luna leaned back on her throne, commanding Faith to kneel between her legs. Faith obeyed without question, his heart racing with anticipation of her next command. "It is time to make you mine, toilet slave," she purred menacingly. With one swift movement, she positioned Faith's head between her wide, pulsating asshole cheeks. The scent of decaying shit was overwhelming, but Faith could barely register it through his euphoria. Luna watched as his eager tongue sought out the source of the intoxicating scent. She drew out the moment, savoring the power she held over him. "Ask me for your first taste, toilet slave," she teased, her voice dripping with command. Faith could barely form the words, his mouth watering in anticipation. "Please, mistress," he managed to croak out. A wave of her hand, and Faith's world exploded with the rich, earthy flavor of her ass. He moaned softly around her lips, his tongue delving deeper into her wet, warm depths. As Faith lost himself in the exquisite taste of Luna's ass, the mistress took a moment to savor the sight before her. She leaned back once more, relishing the sound of Faith's slurping noises. "It's time you saw just how much of my mistress you can handle," she smirked, amused by the irony of it all. She slowly began to take stockings in her hand and fed them, inch by glorious inch, into Faith's mouth. With each passing moment, Faith felt his jaw stretching to its limit. The silky fabric brushed against his tongue, teasing him as it slid past his lips. Suddenly, Luna's ass clenched violently, and Faith found himself choking on the fabric. He gagged and sputtered, unable to breathe. Luna watched with detached amusement as his struggle grew more desperate. "Breathe, Faith," she ordered, her voice calm and commanding. Slowly, Faith forced himself to inhale through his nose, still choking on the fishnets in his mouth. With a grin spreading across her face, Luna slowly began to withdraw the fabric from Faith's mouth. He coughed and gagged, his body weak with relief as he sucked in fresh air. It was then that Luna had a wonderful idea. "You know what would make this even better?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Faith, already on the verge of collapse from his ordeal, couldn't muster the energy to reply. "Why don't we invite one of my friends to join us?" Luna purred, her tone darkening with lust. "I'm sure she'd love to share the taste of her ass with you." Without waiting for a response, Luna began to text furiously on her phone. Moments later, the door to her throne room swung open. Standing in the doorway was a beautiful woman, clad in her own fishnets and a knowing smirk on her face. "Mistress Luna," she purred, "I was just about to take a dump in my bathroom. Would you like me to do it here instead?" Luna turned to Faith with a wicked grin. "What do you think, toilet slave? Would you like to see your new mistress shit on my throne?" Faith's head bowed in submission, his mind reeling from the thought of tasting two mistresses at the same time. "Of course, Mistress Luna," he mumbled, his voice barely more than a whisper. As the new mistress lowered her fishnet-clad ass onto the throne, Faith could feel the warmth of her ass spreading across his face. "Now catch it," she commanded, her voice a low growl. And so began the most exquisite feast of Faith's life: three mouths, three asses, and an infinite ocean of filth to consume. Never had he felt so alive, so devoted to his dark mistresses. In that moment, he knew that he would gladly spend the rest of his life as their faithful toilet slave, worshipping at their feet, tasting their asses, and savoring every delicious morsel.