Im visiting Miss Gaia in Italy and, as is usually the case, ladies have to go to the toilet at some point. Her useless human waste garbage can is just what we need, as its good for nothing except pissing and shitting. If he can even manage that. And so Miss Gaia and I keep filling it up with our pee, straight from the source and also collected in a dog bowl. Miss Gaia also has to poop, a good toilet opens its mouth and picks up, its as simple as that!
Its a radiant Sunday morning, and I, along with my four Mistress friends, are basking on our terrace, the perfect stage to exercise our absolute dominance. On the floor, a patch of artificial grass hosts two human toilets, lying prone and ready to serve, while a third slave, our human toilet paper holder, kneels in trembling reverence. His role is doubly degrading: he holds the roll of toilet paper and, when commanded, keeps the soiled paper we use to wipe our divine backsides in his mouth, a testament to his utter submission. Each of us dined differently last night, and our bodies demand release: four of us need to evacuate urgently, while one will offer a liquid contribution. The two toilets, sprawled on the synthetic grass that prickles their skin, are at our complete disposal, and the air hums with anticipation and power.I kick off the spectacle, my bowels pressing with no restraint. I position myself above the first toilet, his pale face stark against the fake green grass. Open your mouth, worm! I command, a wicked smirk on my lips. My aim falters slightly: my caviar, soft and abundant, lands partly on his cheek, partly in his gaping mouth, leaving a dark smear on the artificial turf. Oops, I laugh, without a hint of remorse. After wiping myself thoroughly, I hand the soiled paper to the human toilet paper holder. Hold it in your mouth, I order, and he complies, his face contorting as he grips the feces-stained paper between his teeth. Nothing goes to waste, I add. The next Mistress steps forward with a gleeful grin. She gathers my gift from the toilets face, guiding it into his mouth. Consume it all, she commands, and he submits, his face etched with humiliation as the synthetic grass beneath him bears faint stains.Its her turn. She positions herself over the same toilet, releasing a solid caviar, almost like putty, that lands with pinpoint precision in his mouth. Chew well, its a privilege, she says, devoid of pity, watching him swallow every morsel. After wiping, she passes the soiled paper to the human toilet paper holder, who takes it in his mouth, his role growing ever more debasing. Her caviar is firm, ideal for consumption, and she ensures both toilets receive a share, chuckling at their silent competition to serve better.The third Mistress takes the stage. Her caviar, softer and lighter in color, almost golden, offers a striking visual contrast. She dons glossy black latex gloves, their sheen amplifying her authority. With gloved fingers, she guides her gift into the mouth of one toilet, the one more adept at consuming it. Good boy, keep it up, she taunts, as the other strives to keep pace in this degrading contest. After wiping, she hands the soiled paper to the human toilet paper holder, who clutches it between his teeth, his face a portrait of submission. Whoever finishes first earns our favor! she exclaims, fueling the rivalry with a laugh.The fourth Mistress doesnt disappoint. Her caviar is copious, with a creamy texture and a rich, deep color, reflecting her lavish dinner. Per our tradition, the toilets are fed relentlessly, consuming every gram without leaving a trace on the artificial grass or their faces. No waste, she orders, her smile cruel, as she passes the used paper to the human toilet paper holder, who accepts it in his mouth, now accustomed to his humiliating task. The fifth Mistress, however, concludes with a different offering: a lavish stream of hot piss that floods the toilets mouths, to wash down the meal, she says, laughing heartily as the golden liquid glints in the sunlight.We all laugh, gazing at the two toilets sprawled on the artificial grass, their faces marked by the caviar of four Mistresses, each with its unique flavor, color, and texture, and the abundant champagne from the fifth. The human toilet paper holder kneels, his mouth stuffed with soiled paper, a living symbol of our supremacy. Arent they lucky, these toilets, to have served so splendidly? The sun shines above us, and we Mistresses exchange smug glances, while our slaves lie humiliated, consecrated to their role as human toilets under our absolute dominion.
Fruits and vegetables belong in my ass. Shit belongs out of there and into your mouth.
You can probably already imagine what the ultimate opponent is for any toilet slave who isnt perfectly trained…. Thats right: the very creamy poop from my soft ice cream machine, and not just a little of it! Im going to fill this toilet slaves mouth to the brim with shit and piss so that theres not much left to see of his mouth. How I love that!
ENGLISH SPEAKING Today we feed our slaves. Piss but mostly shit at will. They savor it all, who knows if they distinguish which of our asses the gift comes from. They are blinded by the shit, which comes down all the time so much that they cant make it to eat it. A real feast, isnt it? Shit in their mouths, and if it comes out they have to retrieve it and put it back in their mouths . Us around: those who add a spit (its always good,) those who check and tamp down the mount of shit with their gloved hand. They chew, the poor things. Reduced now to what they are: human toilets. The toilets of us masters
Dive into the depraved depths of absolute domination with this exclusive video featuring me, your merciless Mistress, and my four ruthless friends in Italy. Witness our unrelenting power over two pathetic slaves writhing on the floor, while a third kneels in utter submission, reduced to a mere human toilet paper holder. We degrade them with waterfalls of spit into their unworthy mouths, followed by the ultimate act of controlpissing directly into their trembling throats. The true filth begins as we take turns unloading our vile, steaming excrement in a vivid array of colors into their mouths, ****** them to choke down every revolting morsel of our multicolored shit in a grotesque display of obedience. I am being extremely strict to one of the toilets, because I know his weaknesses from previous trainings. He is not good at swallowing shit, but today he will learn to be better! First I give him total verbal humiliation, then I strictly control that he is chewing & eating my shit, with my boot on his balls. The toilet paper we use to wipe our divine asses is shoved under the mask of the kneeling slave, making him inhale the pungent, nauseating stench of our waste. We revel in their misery, laughing hysterically at their disgusting plight and total degradation. This is raw, stomach-churning dominanceperfect for those who crave the most perverse and humiliating acts of submission.
I sit above our slave, my high-heeled boots gleaming under the lights.My friend and I laugh at the worm beneath us, ready to swallow every command we give him.I spread my legs over his face and release a long, hot stream straight into his mouth.He must drink it all. He must be grateful.Then I feel my body pushing even further.I dont care.Without warning, I shit in his mouth, laughing as I watch him ****** to swallow this unexpected gift.My friend mocks him while I press my shiny heel against his filthy face.He must accept everything that comes from us.He must be our toilet, without a single complaint.And as he gets dirtier and filthier, we savor his complete humiliation.
(Censorship only in the preview)Analyses show that this patient has three problems: he is incontinent, malnourished and dehydrated.For incontinence, the solution has already been found: he will have to wear a nappy for life.For the other two, there is a natural remedy, effective immediately, but requiring special preparation…The patient is now lying under the toilet chair, ready for operation. I take off my gown, pull down my panties, sit on the chair with my heels poking into his chest, and the operation begins.Urine comes out, going straight into his mouth. He drinks. Then its time for the excrement, which goes from my asshole to his oral cavity. I wipe my ass and help him eat.The operation seems to be over, but in reality I feel I still have to discharge. I piss in his mouth and then, with a glove on, stimulate my anus. I make him suck my fingers to clean them, and the stimulation kicks in! I shit in his mouth again and more than before.The patient swallows everything. I spit and spit in his mouth to rinse, and give him the good news that the operation was successful! If we do the analyses now, with all that he ate and drank, it is certain that the values are back to normal…
Its a lazy morning, and an urgent need hits me: I have to use the bathroom, but its occupied by my husband. With a mischievous smirk, I decide theres no need to wait. I call over a random slave, one of the ones lingering around the house, always ready to serve their Mistress. You, come here! I command, pointing at him with an imperious gesture. He approaches, visibly nervous, and I fix him with a stare that brooks no defiance. Youll be my human toilet now, I declare, relishing the shock that flashes across his face.Its his first time, and he dares to mumble a refusal, but my commanding tone and unyielding smile silence him instantly. He cant say no to me. To tease him further and cement his submission, I decide to offer a tantalizing taste of my power. Come closer, I say, beckoning him to lean toward me. Smell. I allow him to inhale the potent scent of my pussy, still rich with the musky aroma from last night when my husband had me. I havent washed, and the lingering trace of his cum is heady, a mix that leaves him teetering between repulsion and reverence. Like it, dont you, cuckold? I taunt, laughing at his bewildered expression.Pleased with his humiliation, I move to the main event. Lie down, I instruct, gesturing to the floor with a dismissive flick of my hand. He complies, trembling, as I grab a chair and sit on it backward, positioning my ass directly above his face. With a wicked grin, I slowly clench and relax my anus, teasing him, until a copious, soft load of shit lands squarely on his face. The pungent smell fills the air, and his muffled groan draws a chuckle from me. Isnt this a divine privilege? I say, watching him squirm beneath my dominance.Im not done yet. To top it off, I unleash a generous stream of hot piss, drenching his face and mingling with the previous gift, creating a golden pool that marks him as mine. I leave him there, sprawled on the floor, with shit and piss dripping from his face, ****** to contemplate his new reality. Hes become a human toilet, whether he wanted to or not, and my power over him is absolute. Welcome to your new life, I say, rising gracefully and leaving him to reflect on his submission, my triumphant smile lighting up the room.
Two hungry slave mouths and two beautiful mistresses, ready for every possible mess and perversity, this just has to end in an orgy!Miss Gaia has provided two human toilets for us and it turns out that this was a great idea. Neither of them would have been able to eat all that poop on their own. It only works in a double pack.Of course, we also get fresh piss and spit from us goddesses to rinse off in between.Our perverse orgy ends with both slaves looking pretty shitty, one has a smeared mouth and the other has our excrement sticking out of his mouth. Appetizing is different, but the main thing is dirty and kinky!
