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(Medical Experiments, continued by RandomShadfan...)

You wake up in Doctor Mandy’s apartment. You had the dream again — about the day this all started. A constant reminder of how much a single choice can change your life.

After lying on your bed for a few minutes, thinking it over, you get up and dress yourself in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. You don’t think your Mistresses have got anything special planned for you today, after all.

You head into the living room and greet one of the two women who own your life. “Good morning, Mistress Mandy.”

“Good morning, Slave Steve,” Mandy answers from the sofa. She’s not wearing anything, which was always typical of her. “I require a private service from you. I have run out of toilet paper and have nothing to clean myself with.”

“Your wish is for me to clean your ass?” you ask.

“Yes, slave,” she answers, standing up. “On your back.”

You always like these kinds of duties. You’d never thought you could be happy about sticking your tongue up a woman’s dirty asshole. But you’ve learned a lot in the last five months. How to give a woman a foot massage, how to breathe when your mouth is covered with a woman’s ass and even how to be cuddled by a woman (from when Mistress Jenny was drunk after a birthday party.)

“What’s keeping you, slave?” you hear, and snap out of your reverie.

“Sorry, Mistress. I was thinking about how much my life has changed,” you answer. You’ve learned that lying doesn’t work with Mistress Mandy.

As you get on your back and Mandy lowers her ass over your mouth, filling your nose with her sweet aroma, you wonder if your life is better or worse. You’re nothing but a sex slave for two hot women who over five months have awakened a submissive side you barely knew existed. Right now, you’ve got your tongue down a brunette doctor’s filthy shithole, and you’re loving how it tastes.

Your rock-hard erection answers your question for you. “You’re a real pervert, Slave. You’re getting hard over the taste of my shit,” Mandy points out, giving your dick a sharp slap.

You wouldn’t trade this life for any other.

The End