A crisp fall day found Mrs. Christina and Victoria taking a stroll with me and Bernar outside the city, relishing the tranquility of the countryside and engaging in lively conversation. However, I fell behind, finding myself in the junkyard area. Noticing my absence, the Mistresses retraced their steps and meted out severe punishment, lashing me with a belt and a whip.
As it turned out, they had not relieved themselves before leaving home, and since returning was out of the question, they decided to do so right there. The junkyard being deserted, the Mistresses ordered us to the ground, open-mouthed, where they proceeded to urinate and defecate into our mouths, serving as our makeshift toilet. Once finished, they commanded us to lick their posteriors clean, eliminating the need for toilet paper.
I was made to consume Mrs. Christina’s excrement and urine, which I did promptly. She relieved herself quickly, her feces bitter and foul-smelling. Mrs. Victoria took nearly half an hour, producing small, sweet stools embedded with sesame seeds. I was tasked with consuming every bit, and the Mistresses departed, leaving me to wallow in the stench of their waste.
As night fell, I made my way home, avoiding detection. My only company was the lingering smell of female feces and urine.