As the two Mistresses continued to tie Xander up tightly on the cold, hard wooden floor of the bathroom, he could feel a sense of dread and submission wash over him. He was completely at their mercy, and he knew that whatever they had in store for him next would be even more humiliating and degrading than what he had already experienced.
The first Mistress stood over him with a wicked grin on her face, her shiny black high heels clicking against the tiled floor. She held a dirty diaper between her fingers, filled with solid feces. With a gloating laugh, she brought it up to Xander's lips, forcing him to open his mouth wide. He tasted the rancid stench of shit as she pushed the diaper inside, packing it tightly into his mouth.
The second Mistress watched with sadistic delight as Xander struggled to swallow the diaper. When he finally managed to force it down, she grabbed a handful of his long hair and pulled his head back, revealing his exposed throat. She kneeled down beside him and pressed her warm, moist lips against his neck, whispering menacingly into his ear.
"Now it's time to taste our shit, slave."
She grabbed onto his chin, forcing his head back even more, and then began to move her hips in a suggestive grind against his face. Xander felt her hot, sticky feces ooze out from between her legs, coating his cheeks and nose. He whimpered in disgust as the foul-smelling liquid filled his nostrils and trickled down into his throat.
Meanwhile, the first Mistress had pulled out another dirty diaper, this time filled with diarrhea. She pressed it against Xander's lips, forcing him to suck on the soiled cotton while she released a steady stream of warm, watery feces into his waiting mouth. He gagged and choked as the disgusting fluid threatened to overflow out of his mouth, but the Mistresses showed no mercy.
They continued to torment Xander for what felt like hours, each taking turns in feeding him their filthy excrement. They smeared it all over his body, rubbing it into his skin like some twisted form of body paint. By the end of their sickening ordeal, both Mistresses were panting heavily, their faces and bodies coated in a thick layer of their own feces.
Finally, they stood up, released Xander from his bonds, and left him there on the floor, alone in the darkened bathroom. He sobbed and retched as the sickening taste of shit lingered in his mouth and on his skin. When he finally mustered up the strength to stand, he stumbled over to the sink and turned on the faucet, splashing his face with cold water in a vain attempt to cleanse himself of their disgusting mark.
