Goddess Amadahy watched from above her toilet slave's fate sealed.
Her slave became her personal toilet ready for anything. He knew his place. 
Amadahy's golden stream rained down a testament to his utter submission. His mouth was her throne. 
Later she commanded two number twos a true test of his devotion. His hunger for her grew. 
With Edyn she shared the ultimate humiliation a human ashtray. They reveled in his shame. 
He was a human spittoon a receptacle for their every whim. His face their target. 
Amadahy's spit was his elixir a symbol of her power. He craved her control. 
She ate her chips while he cleaned her penectomy toilet. Her comfort his purpose. 
Not just a toilet but a wallet too. He was hers entirely. 
His failure earned him a whipping a lesson in obedience. Her whip his teacher. 
His ass was hers for the taking another form of servitude. His body her pleasure. 
Then came the feet a foot slave at her command. He adored her soles. 
With Lola they tag-teamed their toilets a shared display of dominance. They ruled supreme. 
Princesses Amadahy and Lola reveled in their slaves humiliation. Their laughter echoed. 
Foot dust and toe nails down his throat a new level of degradation. Her cruelty his delight. 
She edged him denied him keeping him on the brink. His release her decision. 
The Moon Sisters Amadahy and Lola shared a menstruation slave a forbidden ritual. He accepted his fate. 
A toilet slave under the bed a secret degradation. His hidden shame. 
Cleopatra too had her tortured toilet slave a common destiny. Submission his solace. 
Anna Mistress and her electric chair toilet a shocking display. His body her instrument. 
Goddess Amadahy reigned supreme her toilet slave forever bound to her will.
