In skimpy, tight latex outfits, Miss Kendal and I set about using our human waste slave for its intended purpose.

Our caged slave is used as a spittoon initially and verbally humiliated by us in turn. We spit on him again and again, reminding him constantly of his place in our lives - nothing more than a waste receptacle, ready to consume anything we desire.

Made to consume the shavings and toe nail clippings from our divine feet, the slave is desperate to please, and so he should be. His final degradation is to be used as a human toilet for us to pee on. We cover him in h... Show more