Miss Medea's dirty store

Today, Miss Luciana and I have planned an unforgettable dirty toilet adventure for our slave. As he lies there, nervously anticipating our next move, I couldn't help but think of how excited he would be to experience the full force of our scat fetish.

Miss Luciana and I began by reminding our slave of his place in our toilet play. We adorned him with a toilet seat necklace, making it clear that he was nothing more than our personal toilet object. We then instructed him to prepare himself for the ultimate in dirty toilet sex. With a nervous grin spreading across his face, he nodded eagerly, waiting for us to begin.

First, I slid a dildo onto his face, pushing it deep into his mouth and letting him know exactly how it felt to be fucked by a toilet cock. As he struggled to keep up with the pace set by the dildo, Luciana took her turn. She wrapped her lips around his little slave cock and began to stroke him, her eyes filled with a mixture of lust and disdain for his useless appendage.

As our slave struggled to keep up with both of our demands, we moved on to the real dirty work. We positioned him in the shower and placed a toilet seat over his face. I then took aim and began to pee through a funnel directly into his open mouth. With every drop of urine that touched his lips, we could see the desire building in him.

After fully enjoying my golden shower, it was time to unload our shit onto our helpless slave. We took turns, using our hands to deliver our hot, steamy piles of scat directly into his waiting mouth. He chewed eagerly, swallowing each bite as quickly as he could, desperate for more of our filth.

As we finished loading him up with our dirty treasure, we decided it was time to reward his hard work. We each took turns jerking his cock, eliciting moans of pleasure from him as we brought him closer and closer to orgasm. When he finally erupted, we let him release his seed all over himself, knowing that it would only add to the pleasure we had already given him.

As we sat back and watched our slave revel in the filth that we had given him, we couldn't help but feel satisfied by our perverse toilet play. We had taken a broken, worthless man and transformed him into our personal toilet slave, using little more than our dirty minds and even dirtier intentions. Until next time...