Miss Medeas dirty store - Toilet Slaves Birthday Used and Controlled

Today, at Miss Medea's dirty store, we had a very special treat in store for our loyal toilet slave. It was his birthday, and what better way to celebrate than with a day filled with humiliation and filth? Miss Yara and I took him to a public restroom where we would shower him with our divine warm shit. As soon as we arrived, the slave was ordered to lie down on the floor in front of the toilet. He trembled with excitement and anxiety as he knew what was coming next. His place was below our divine holes, and there was no room for hesitation or disobedience. We demanded nothing less than perfection from him, and he would be rewarded if he satisfied us. The first order of business was to massage our asses with full devotion. The slave's hands shook as he touched us, but we would accept nothing less than perfection. He needed to show us how much he loved being our toilet slave, and how much he cherished being covered in our filth. After all, it was his birthday gift from us. As a reward for his hard work, I decided to give him a taste of real control. I spat into his mouth, filling it with my saliva, and then gave him a taste of our golden nectar. He was in awe as he felt the warm liquid flow down his throat. This was what he lived for, being controlled by us, his Mistresses. Next, Miss Yara took over. She had been waiting eagerly to empty her full bowels into our toilet slave's mouth. With a smile, she lowered her luxurious ass towards him and released a thick stream of warm, steaming shit. He opened his mouth wide, welcoming the filth as it engulfed him. He knew this was his place, and he would never be clean again. After Miss Yara had finished, it was my turn. I smirked as I saw the look of anticipation on his face. I wanted this to be the best birthday ever for him, so I squeezed all the shit out of my ass, filling his mouth with my warm, wet waste. He thanked us as he swallowed everything, not even daring to spill a drop. Finally, it was time to finish the job. The slave held the toilet brush in his mouth and carefully brushed away every last bit of our shit from the toilet. He knew this was his duty, and he would do it with pride. As he finished, there was a huge pile of our shit in the toilet bowl, a testament to how good he had been. We then spread the marks of our power across the toilet seat. He knew his duty – on all fours, in a sign of ultimate humiliation, he would lick it clean. It was a birthday gift he would never forget.