Toiletslaveanddommes - Mistress Kennya and friends using her toilet

Mistress Kennya and her good friend Mistress Lexa had quite the day planned for their toilet slave. The two dommes had invited a group of their closest friends over for a night of fun and they had big plans for their unsuspecting toilet slave. As the evening drew near, the slaves anticipation grew. He couldn't help but wonder what Mistress Kennya and Mistress Lexa had in store for him. Little did he know, he was about to receive the humiliation of a lifetime. When the time finally arrived, the slave was led into the living room to find Mistress Kennya and Mistress Lexa, along with several of their friends all seated comfortably around a large table. In front of him stood a gleaming white throne, adorned with gold trim and plush red cushions. As he approached the throne, Mistress Kennya clapped her hands together and addressed her guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to our toilet slave," she said with a wicked grin. "This pathetic creature exists solely for our amusement and pleasure." The other guests chuckled and nodded in agreement as the slave was forced down on his knees in front of the throne. Mistress Kennya leaned forward, her breasts almost touching his face, and spoke softly in his ear. "You are about to experience the ultimate humiliation, toilet slave. I want you to remember every moment of this, because it will be the closest you ever get to feeling wanted again." Without further warning, Mistress Kennya placed her perfect pair of pantyhosed feet squarely on his shoulders and began to wiggle them comfortably. "This is what you are," she said. "You are nothing more than a piece of furniture for my feet to rest on." His face was buried between her legs, and he could feel the warmth of her piss coming through the fabric of her pantyhose. He tried desperately not to move, knowing that any sign of discomfort would only earn him more humiliation. One by one, the other guests took turns using him as a footstool, each one more humiliating than the last. Mistress Kennya then stood up and signaled for the next part of the evening's entertainment. "It's time to use you for what you were truly created for, toilet slave," she said with a twisted smile. The slave felt a wave of nausea wash over him as he knew exactly what she meant. He tried to brace himself as she signaled for him to open his mouth widely. Within seconds, he was assaulted by the warm, urgent liquid that slammed into his mouth. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The taste was foul, yet strangely arousing. He struggled not to gag as she emptied her bladder into his throat. When she finally pulled away, he heard the sound of laughter echoing all around him. Mistress Lexa stepped forward, her face contorted into a wicked grin. "Your turn, sweetheart," she said, gesturing for him to open his mouth. He obeyed without question, feeling a stream of piss hit his tongue. The taste was different from Mistress Kennya's, but just as degrading. The rest of the evening progressed in much the same way, with the slave being used and abused in the most humiliating of ways. He was used as an ashtray, a urinal, and even had various body fluids dripped onto him. As the night drew to a close, Mistress Kennya stood up and addressed the gathered guests. "I think it's time we showed our toilet slave what true humiliation feels like," she said, smirking. "Tonight, he will be used as a human toilet." The slave trembled in fear as the realization of what was about to happen sunk in. He had never been more afraid or more aroused in all his life. As Mistress Kennya and Mistress Lexa approached him, he could only pray that they would find him worthy to receive their golden showers. With that, the story ends. The toilet slave waits with bated breath, never quite sure what horrors Mistress Kennya and Mistress Lexa have planned for him next. One thing is for sure, though - he will always be their plaything, to be used and abused at their every whim.