Toilet Slaves Scatology - Nasty Bitches Make Him Eat Shit!

As He stood there, obediently waiting for the next command, his heart was pounding in his chest. He had never felt so humiliated or aroused in his life. The two dominatrices glared at him, their eyes filled with contempt and cruel amusement. "Alright, toilet slave," the first one, a tall, redheaded woman with a whip in her hand, said. "Open wide and show us what you're made of." With trembling hands, he opened his mouth as wide as he could, feeling his gag reflex kicking in. The second woman, a blonde with a sadistic grin on her face, approached him with a shitty turd in her hand. She held it out to him, daring him to take a bite. "You want this, don't you?" she purred, her breath smelling of disgusting feces. He nodded vigorously, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he knew there was no escape. With shaking hands, he took the turd between his thumb and index finger, and placed it in his mouth. Immediately, the foul taste invaded his senses, making him gag again. But he forced himself to swallow, feeling the disgusting lump moving down his throat. "That's a good boy," the blonde said, slapping him on the face playfully. "Now, prepare yourself for our next treat." As promised, the redhead stepped up next, smacking him hard across the ass with her whip. The sharp pain made him yelp, but he didn't dare move from his position. She held out her hand, and in it was a different kind of treat - a soft, warm shit pie, steaming in the cool air. "Go on, eat it," she hissed. "And don't make us have to force-feed you." Again, he nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. With trembling hands, he took the pie between his fingers and brought it to his mouth. Despite the taste, he couldn't help but find a twisted pleasure in the act. As he ate, feeling the warmth of the shit spreading in his stomach, he couldn't help but wonder where this sick obsession came from. After what felt like an eternity, the two women seemed satisfied with his performance. The blonde leaned in close to him, her breath reeking of excrement. "You know what happens when you can't handle our shit, don't you?" she whispered in his ear. "You'll wish you never got addicted to this filth." She smacked him hard again, and he stumbled back, feeling the taste of their shit in every corner of his mouth. As he watched them walk away, he knew that he was their toilet slave for life. And even though it disgusted him, he couldn't wait for the next time they called him to their filthy chamber.