Miss Dot and Miss Kandy have elevated their new sl*ve’s training to its most degrading purpose—transforming it into a living, obedient buttplug for Their superior *sses. The lesson begins with foot worship, the sl*ve kneeling as it presses its unworthy lips to the soles of Their PVC-clad feet, inhaling the scent of Their dominance. Its tongue traces every curve, every arch, as if begging for the privilege of serving. But this is only the first step in understanding its true place—buried beneath the *sses of the women it was made to worship.

Next comes *ss worship. The sl*ve is ordered to crawl, its nose pressed into the warm, sweaty cr*cks of Their *sses, its breath hot against Their sacred flesh. It l*cks, it kisses, it *adores*—its tongue swirling around Their tight, puckered h*les, savoring every trace of Their essence. Miss Dot and Miss Kandy exchange amused glances, taunting the pathetic creature as it gags on the scent of Their superiority. *"That’s right, pig. This is the closest you’ll ever get to a real woman. Your mouth belongs in an *ss, not on one."*

But the true test of its devotion is yet to come. The sl*ve is secured—spread-eagle on its back, its head locked in a harness, its body c*mpletely immobile. Miss Dot and Miss Kandy stand over it, Their bl*ck PVC outfits glistening under the dim light, the absence of panties a deliberate reminder of its unworthiness. *"You exist to serve, sl*ve. And today, you serve as Our human buttplug."* Miss Dot squats over its face, spreading Her cheeks wide, revealing Her glistening h*le. *"Tongue out, b*tch."* The sl*ve obeys, its tongue trembling as She lowers Herself onto its face, Her full weight pressing down. The moment its tongue breaches Her *nal ring, She lets out a satisfied sigh. *"That’s it. Deeper. I want to feel you *inside* Me, cleaning what belongs to Me."*

Miss Kandy takes over c*ck duty, Her fingers wrapping around the sl*ve’s pathetic, newly freed d*ck—just released from chastity, already desperate for attention. *"You don’t get to c*m unless We say so, pig. But if you please Us with that tongue, We *might* let you feel something other than shame."* She begins stroking it, slow and teasing, as Miss Dot counts down the first 30 seconds. The sl*ve struggles, its body writhing in discomfort, its face sm*thered in the musky heat of Her *ss. *"This is where you belong, sl*ve. Buried in a woman’s *ss, tasting what We leave behind. Do you like it? Of course you do. You’re *nothing* without Us."* The sl*ve can’t answer—not with its mouth sealed inside Her, its tongue probing as deep as it can go. The only response is the muffled sounds of submission, the desperate attempts to breathe through its nose as She settles down harder.

When the 30 seconds are up, Miss Dot finally lifts Her *ss, allowing the sl*ve a gasping breath. *"Thank you, Miss Dot, for allowing me to be Your human buttplug. Thank you, Miss Kandy, for stroking my worthless c*ck."* The words are slurred, its voice thick with spit and humiliation. *"Good b*tch,"* Miss Dot purrs. *"But We’re just getting started."* She spreads Her cheeks again, the h*le glistening with the sl*ve’s saliva. *"TONGUE OUT."* The order is absolute. She drops back down, this time pressing harder, ensuring its tongue is *deep* inside the clenching depths of Her *ss. *"45 seconds. And if I feel that tongue slip *even once*, Miss Kandy is going to remind you of your place."*

Miss Kandy doesn’t hesitate. The moment She senses the sl*ve’s tongue wavering, She brings the flogger down—*WHAP*—across its c*ck. The sl*ve whimpers into Miss Dot’s *ss, the sting pushing its tongue to burrow deeper, to *earn* the right to be used. *"That’s better,"* Miss Dot growls. *"Keep it up there, or the next strike is going to be worse."* The sl*ve obeys, its tongue wiggling desperately inside Her, its c*ck throbbing under the threat of more punishment. When the 45 seconds expire, Miss Dot rises, leaving the sl*ve’s face a glossy, spit-slicked mess. *"Pathetic. But you’re learning."*

Now it’s Miss Kandy’s turn. She straddles the sl*ve’s face, Her *ss hovering just above its gasping mouth. *"I didn’t clean after My last use, sl*ve. Consider this your reward."* She drops down without warning, Her full weight sealing its face into the warm, *used* cr*ck of Her *ss. The sl*ve gags as the taste of Her h*le floods its mouth. *"Tongue out, pig. And don’t you *dare* pull it back."* Miss Dot takes over c*ck duty, Her grip punishing as She strokes the sl*ve’s d*ck in time with Miss Kandy’s countdown. *"45 seconds. And if you so much as *think* about pulling away, I’ll ruin this c*ck for good."*

The sl*ve’s tongue trembles, but it obeys. It *has* to. The alternative is worse than the humiliation. Miss Kandy rocks Her hips, ensuring its tongue explores every ridge, every fold of Her *ss. *"That’s it. Clean Me. You’re *lucky* I’m letting you do this."* The sl*ve’s c*ck twitches under Miss Dot’s grip, betraying its sick enjoyment of the degradation. When the 45 seconds are up, Miss Kandy lifts just enough to let it gasp. *"One more minute, sl*ve. And this time, you’d better make it *count*."*

She drops back down, harder this time, Her *ss cheeks clamping around its skull like a vice. The sl*ve’s tongue is *fully* inside Her now, its nose pressed into the damp, sweaty flesh of Her thighs. Miss Dot’s strokes turn rougher, Her nails digging into its shaft. *"You love this, don’t you? Being nothing but a *toilet* for Us?"* The sl*ve can’t answer. It can’t *breathe*. But its c*ck is harder than it’s ever been in its life.

The final 60 seconds are pure submission. Miss Kandy grinds down, Her *ss flexing around its tongue, ensuring it *searches* for every last trace of filth. *"Deeper, sl*ve. I want to feel you in My *depths*."* The sl*ve’s face is drenched in sweat, spit, and the musk of Her dominance. Its c*ck is a throbbing, desperate thing in Miss Dot’s grip, begging for release it knows it doesn’t deserve. When the minute finally ends, Miss Kandy rises with a wet *pop*, leaving the sl*ve’s tongue hanging out, glistening with Her *ss.

Miss Dot leans down, Her breath hot against its ear. *"You did *alright*, pig. But don’t think this means you’ve earned anything."* She gives its c*ck one final, cruel stroke before letting go. *"Next time, We’re bringing a friend. And you’re going to be *Her* buttplug too."* The sl*ve whimpers, its body trembling with the knowledge that this is only the beginning. It will *never* be clean again. It will *never* be anything but a tool for Their pleasure.

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