Our sl*ve is rendered c*mpletely helpless, encased in a restrictive rubber str*itjacket and made to wear a rubber gimp hood, reducing him to nothing more than an object of our amusement. His world is confined to the small space at our booted feet, where a dog bowl awaits before him on his raw knees, a symbol of his worth.

Mistress Diana and Mistress Tess tower over him even as they relax on a luxurious chaise lounge, clad in latex that hugs our curves like a second skin. Our presence is commanding, our authority undeniable. We are the epitome of Female Supremacy, and this pathetic creature is ours to use and degrade as we please.

As the scene unfolds, the gimp's breath is heavy and labored within the hood, his muffled whimpers a testament to his submission. We kick the bowl closer to him, a cruel reminder of his place. His eyes, wide with fear and arousal, are fixated on the bowl, knowing it will soon be filled with our spit, the ashes from our cigarettes, and the butts we discard with such casual disdain.

The true art of humiliation is displayed as we point out his undeniable arousal from his pathetic excuse for a c*ck. Long ropes of precum drips straight into his bowl ready for consumption, a clear sign of his desire despite the degradation. We ensure to collect every drop, mixing it with our saliva and the remnants of our smokes, creating a vile concoction that he will be made to appreciate.

Throughout this intense clip, Mistress Diana and Mistress tess engage in a dance of Domination and control. Our conversation is laced with derision and contempt, reinforcing the gimp's lowly status. Our laughter echoes through the chamber as we toy with him, our boots occasionally stomping near the bowl to remind him of our power and our smoke still lingering within his tight, restrictive hood.

The climax of this humiliating spectacle is a sight to behold. The gimp is then made to consume his meal that we have so graciously prepared for him. Pushing his head into the bowl and using our boots to keep it firmly pushed down into the cold metal bowl. We are merciless, our pleasure derived from his utter humiliation, struggle and the knowledge that he exists solely to serve us.

Dog Bowl Degradation with Miss Tess: Smoke & Spit, Slurp & Struggle