Miss Dula - Your job is to eat our caviar

The anticipation is palpable as you crawl towards your beloved Mistresses, Scarlet and Miss Dula. Both dressed in black gloves, they stand tall above you, their presence commanding respect and obedience. You know that today, it's all about the caviar - their specialty dish that you've eagerly looked forward to consuming. Slowly, you inch closer to the toilet chair placed at their feet, your heart pounding in anticipation. As you finally reach the chair, you immediately get into position; your body prepared for the delicacy that awaits you.

The two women exchange sultry glances before turning their attention back to you. Scarlet, the bolder of the two, takes a step forward and gently places a small portion of caviar into your open mouth. The taste is exquisite - a mix of saltiness and richness that sends shivers down your spine. You close your eyes, savoring every bite as she continues to feed you more. Meanwhile, Miss Dula watches intently, her fingers drumming against her thigh contentedly.

As your tongue works overtime to accommodate the luxurious caviar, Scarlet moves even closer, her breath warm against your cheek. She leans in and whispers, "You're such a good little slut for our caviar." Her words send shockwaves through your entire body, but you remain in submissive ecstasy. You can feel her gloved hand finding its way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair as she pushes your face even closer to hers. Her other hand reaches down, threading through the gentle folds of your shirt and brushing against your chest. Your heartbeat quickens in anticipation of what might come next.

Without warning, Miss Dula steps forward, her presence commanding your full attention. She takes a massive scoop of caviar from the toilet bowl and smirks knowingly as she holds it above your head. "I bet you're wondering what this one is for," she teases, her eyes glinting with amusement. Slowly, she lowers the treat towards your open mouth until it's just inches away. Your breath hitches as you watch, knowing what's about to happen.

With a force that takes your breath away, Miss Dula shoves the caviar into your gaping maw. It tumbles down your throat, filling you up in ways you never anticipated. She doesn't stop there, however. One delicate finger after another, she pushes into your mouth, helping to push down the massive lump of caviar. You feel it slide past your tongue and flood your cheeks, threatening to overflow. And yet, you welcome every last drop with an eagerness that defeats you.

As Miss Dula steps back, satisfied with her handiwork, Scarlet moves forward once again. This time, she carries a glass of champagne, which she pours liberally into your open mouth. The bubbles tickle your tongue, dancing on your taste buds in ways you never imagined. She leans in again, her breath warm and tender against your ear. "Now it's time for our boy to clean up," she whispers, her voice thick with lust.

She threads her gloved fingers through the loops of your pants, tugging gently but insistently. Before you know it, you're on your knees, your face pressed against the cool tile of the bathroom floor. Tears of both pleasure and pain stream down your face as you anticipate what comes next. And then, you feel it: a cool, soothing finger tracing the path of Scarlet's champagne through your mouth. She wipes away every last drop, cleaning you up as only a true Mistress can. Only when she's satisfied does she step back, her eyes lingering on your open mouth, memories of her conquest dancing behind her gaze. Meanwhile, Miss Dula sips champagne indifferently, watching her lover preen in satisfaction.

Finally, Scarlet moves behind you, her fingers once again worming their way into your hair. You feel her positioning you, readying you for the grand finale. And then, with a force that takes your breath away, she pushes you forward, guiding your head towards the toilet bowl. "Say thank you, slut," she growls, her voice thick with desire. You choke out the words through your tears, your world spinning in a way you never imagined. And then, with an audible groan, Miss Dula steps forward, her foot settling heavily on your back. You feel her weight pressing down on you, holding you in place as you become her personal toilet. The first jet of urine hits your tongue, and you welcome it with open mouth. It's bitter, stinging your taste buds, but that only makes you crave more. You lap at her feet like a loyal dog, begging for more of her piss. And when she's finally finished, she steps back, surveying her handiwork with satisfaction. You remain where you are, your face pressed against her dirty feet, still eager for more. Only when she's satisfied does she finally pull away, leaving you there to bask in the afterglow of their decadent caviar feast.