Scat and Piss Femdom - swing menu

Mel and I were on our knees, our mouths watering as we stared into a large metal bowl filled with piss and shit. The source of this filth was our two Mistresses, Nikki and Mel, who had just finished covering themselves in their own feces and piss. Their scent was overwhelmingly nauseating, yet oddly arousing to us. The scene had started with Nikki and Mel standing on a swing, their perfect asses bare in those tight black leather shorts. They began to sway back and forth, and as they gained momentum, their bodies started to merge and form one grotesque figure. Their moans echoed off the walls as they violently threw up everything they had eaten that day, mixed with their own feces. As the last dregs of their vomit hit the ground, they both turned to face us, their faces glistening with sweat and mucus. With a devilish grin, Nikki pointed towards the bowl in front of us. "Now it's your turn, losers," she growled. "You've been begging for it, so here's your chance to prove your love for our filth." I couldn't believe what I was being told to do, but the sight of my Mistresses and their disgusting offering was too much for me to resist. My tongue lolled out of my mouth as I leaned in closer to the bowl, inhaling deeply. The stench of their body fluids was almost overwhelming, but it only served to make me harder. As the first shovelful of steaming feces touched my tongue, I let out a moan of pleasure. The taste was beyond description, a mix of bitterness and sweetness that sent shockwaves through my entire body. I eagerly lapped up every last drop, savoring the salty tang of their piss mixed with the earthy flavor of their shit. Meanwhile, Mel was doing the same, his tongue working furiously to clean the bowl of every last drop of their femdom love juices. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride watching him lap up their filth with such enthusiasm. Finally, once the bowl was clean, Mel stood up and looked at Nikki and Mel with a mix of awe and desire in his eyes. "I'm so proud of you, my sluts," Nikki purred, running a finger through the sticky remnants on his face. "Now let's clean you up." With that, Nikki led Mel over to a nearby corner where a hose was waiting. As she turned on the water, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. I wanted to be soiled and covered in their filth, but I also knew that I would enjoy being cleaned up by them just as much. As I watched them cleanse each other, I couldn't help but feel grateful for our Mistresses. They had shown us what true submission and devotion meant, and we would gladly follow them anywhere. Even if it meant wallowing in their own bodily waste. With a smile on my face, I leaned back into the bowl, taking in one last whiff of Nikki and Mel's intoxicating scent. "I can't wait for the next time," I murmured to myself, already anticipating the next orgy of filth and femdom love.