Toiletslaveanddommes - Deity and friend - Whipping trampling and pooping

Faith stood trembling in anticipation as he awaited the arrival of his Mistress, the divine Goddess Bastet. The moment the door opened, he bowed in reverence, his eyes trailing up the long, curvaceous legs of Bastet as she stepped into the room. She was adorned in a flowing blue gown, the fabric shimmering in the dim light. Approaching him slowly, she reached out her hand and ran her finger down the center of his chest. "Undress," she commanded, her voice low and menacing. Faith shook slightly as he complied, unfastening each button on his shirt before pulling it off over his head. Next came his pants, which he hesitated to remove until given permission. Bastet smiled wickedly, watching as he lowered his pants to reveal his hardened cock jutting up from his groin. She circled him with her mouth watering. "Lie down," she ordered, gesturing towards a large wooden bench. Faith obeyed without question, lying facedown on the cool surface. He could feel his heart racing as he waited for what was to come next. Bastet raised her foot, her stiletto heel digging into the flesh of his back just above his ass cheeks, leaving a red mark in its wake. Faith gasped, arching his back in pleasure-pain. "Trample him," Bastet commanded her friend, a gorgeous woman with long blonde hair and a curvaceous figure. With a grin, she stepped onto the bench, positioning herself over Faith's face. She slowly sank her body weight onto his chest, crushing him beneath her. Faith groaned, his hands clenching into fists in the floor. He could feel her warm breath against his skin, her ample breasts pressing into his face. "Look at that pathetic little toilet slave," Bastet laughed, her friend joining in. "Aren't you going to beg for mercy, Faith?" she purred. There was a pause, Faith's chest heaving as he struggled for breath beneath her weight. "Please, Mistress," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. She laughed again, standing up and stepping off the bench. "Now it's your turn, my dear," Bastet said, smiling at her friend. Faith watched in horror as his Mistress positioned herself over the toilet. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to subside. There was a moment of silence, followed by the sound of liquid splashing into the toilet bowl. Faith's eyes flew open as he realized what was happening. "Drink it, Faith," Bastet commanded, her voice echoing through the room. He opened his mouth, letting out a soft moan of pleasure-pain as the warm liquid filled his mouth. He swallowed, tasting the faint flavor of his Mistress on his tongue. She watched him intently, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You may rise now, Faith," Bastet said, her tone commanding obedience. He stood up shakily, slipping his now-empty pants back up over his hips. "Scrape the remnants from my toilet," she ordered, pointing towards a small brush and pail by the side of the bowl. With trembling hands, Faith kneeled down and began to clean up the mess he had made. Wrapped in a feeling of both humiliation and euphoria, he watched as his Mistresses enjoyed each other's company, their laughter echoing through the room. The scene played out before him, a masterpiece of pain and pleasure that he could never fully comprehend. He was mere mortal, caught in a web of deity and dominance, forever bound to their will. As he continued to clean up after them, he knew that there was no escape from this twisted game, only submission and the sweet agony that came with it.