The day following my trials, I arrived home early from work, expecting to unwind and watch TV. However, my mistresses, Victoria and Christina, returned earlier than anticipated. Although a slave should always be prepared for duty, I was caught off guard and was punished, but not immediately. The mistresses were in high spirits, amusing themselves by farting in my face, forcing me to savor their fragrant scents.
Despite my inappropriate behavior, such as sitting on the couch and smoking, I was still subjected to a belt lashing on my butt. All the while, I eagerly awaited the moment when the mistresses would relieve themselves, as they usually do after a walk. My desire to taste their excrement was overwhelming, and I was not disappointed.
A toilet chair was used this time, and I eagerly consumed two large portions of their waste. I swallowed so quickly that even my mistresses were taken aback and commended me for my efforts. Today, my craving for this experience was particularly strong, and I satisfied it with great enthusiasm.