I use my toilet then like a good boy i epect you to clean me up.
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Your Goddess Needs To Shit Before Clubbing
I was just about to head to the club and I needed a shit. We looks like you have a meal for you will im partying.
You Wish You Were My Toilet
Well a good boy can wish and maybe your dreams can come true.
Shit ? from hand to mouth❗
Youre familiar with the saying, living from hand to mouth, right? Thats exactly what applies to my slave here! And to challenge him a little more, Im going to milk him dry before he gets to taste the shit. Im very curious to see how motivated he still is to eat my excrement once his horniness has worn off and his cock has shrunk. True waste recyclers are always ready to take in shit and piss, regardless of the hardness of their cocks! And so my soft ice cream machine squeezes a creamy, perfectly colored mass of shit from my asshole directly into his bound hands. This way, he can smell my shit pile even better, humbly lick it, and finally bite into it heartily and enjoy his shit meal. What he cant manage ends up on his face, as a fecal face mask, so to speak….
LUDOVICA LUXURY -CAME FROM AWAY TO EAT MY CAVIAR! -hd
Last night, I called my slave, who lives 300 kilometers away, to surprise him today. He has no clue whats coming. When he walks in, I can see hes already exhausted, his face etched with fatigue from the nearly four-hour bus ride, but I couldnt care less. Mistress, why did you summon me? he asks, his voice laced with nervous curiosity. I smirk, leaning casually against an old, dark wooden trunk, its rough grain scratching under my hands, dressed in loose morning clothes, my hair still mussed from sleep. Youll find out soon enough, I snap. Stop asking questions.With a lazy flick of my hand, I point to the floor. Kneel, I command, my voice sharp and unyielding. And sniff my ass. His eyes light up, a bulge already forming in his black underwear as he thinks, all excited, that hes in for a nice rimming session with his mistress. Poor fool. I let him savor the moment briefly before ordering him to lie down. Stick your tongue in my ass, I say, my tone cold and commanding. He obeys, eager at first, but as I shift and stand, his face twists, and he gags ******ly. Whats wrong? I ask, feigning innocence.Mistress, he stammers, his voice trembling, I didnt expect it a piece of your shit got in my mouth. I let out a low, cruel laugh, pressing harder against the trunk, the wood creaking faintly under my weight. Thats nothing, I say, stepping closer, my eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. I called you here to be my toilet today. His body stiffens, his eyes screaming silent refusal, but I dont care. His reluctance means nothing to me. I squat over his face, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper. Open your mouth wide. He hesitates, but he knows he has no choice. With a shudder, he complies. I let out a loud, creamy shit, the sound echoing in the room. Some of it lands in his mouth, but most of the foul mess smears across his cheek, dripping onto the floor. I stand, looking down at his pathetic form, and order, Eat it. The stench is overpowering, and his face contorts in disgust. I slip on a glove, scoop up the mess that fell on the floor, and shove it into his mouth. Eat, I snarl. He tries to refuse, gagging, but to please me, he ****** down a small amount. Its not easy, Mistress, he mumbles, the smell I roll my eyes. A toilet is a toilet. Do your job.Seeing his resistance, I switch tactics. Fine, I say, lets try my piss instead. I position myself over him again, and he drinks, gulping down nearly all of it straight from the source. At least hes good for something. Satisfied with that small victory, I wipe my pussy and dirty ass with a piece of tissue, then toss it onto his face, letting it stick to the mess already there. Im not pleased, I say coldly, turning to leave him sprawled on the floor, a pitiful excuse for a toilet, the trunk behind me a silent witness to his humiliation. Youve disappointed me.
LADY SCARLET – TOILET OF MY DIRTY BUTT hd
(Censorship only in the preview)I come running, with the pressing need to shit. I cant hold it in any longer, and some of it is already on me, in my underpants. The slave is immobilized, at my service, with no possibility of escape or turning his head. I want him to be always ready to satisfy me, no ifs no buts. First, I slip off my panties all dirty and make him suck them. He is not very good, and he does not do his task well. Could it be because the position is so constricting? I am not happy and with my finger I push the lingerie into his mouth, ordering him to commit himself and clean it. He still doesnt satisfy me and I have to unload… I put my panties aside and, squatting over him, I start filling his mouth with shit. Its a lot, and he is a bit on edge. He starts chewing it, making a mush of it, and a little bit at a time he swallows. I give him some more little turds, then some pee, then some more shit. Im plentiful today, and this loo swallows it all down. I also free his hand so he can help himself pick up the bits next to his mouth. I dont dirty my hands, and in fact it still bothers me that my panties are dirty. I slam them into his mouth ordering him to clean them as if he were a washing machine, because when I return I dont want any more traces of shit.
LUDOVICA LUXURY -CREAMY SOUP -mobile
Its 10 in the morning, and I stride into my dungeon, where my slave has been locked in a cage for two days, still lost in uneasy sleep. I wake him with a sharp command: Its time for breakfast, get up! He hasnt eaten in two days, and his weary eyes flicker with faint hope. I light a cigarette, the smoke curling through the dungeon air, stirring something in my stomach. With a sadistic smirk, I ask him, What do you expect to eat? A plate of pasta? A piece of meat? He mumbles, voice shaky, Maybe some meat I burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the cold walls. Youll see what you get in my house, I say. Here, you only consume my gifts: my caviar and my piss.He hesitates, silent, knowing he has no choice if he wants to be fed. I lift my dress with a slow, deliberate motion, grab a transparent glass bowl, and squat, filling it. This morning, my caviar is creamy, a vivid yellow, thanks to the raw fish and artichokes I savored last nightpractically a spoonable breakfast, like some perverse dessert. I sit beside him, bowl in hand, and give him time to eat it all, feeding him with a teaspoon like a servile wretch, tolerating no waste, not even a drop. The textures like a creamy soup, and his discomfort as he swallows is delightfully pathetic. Must be delicious, I remark, laughing.The slave, struggling, finishes it all, and Im proud of his obedience. To wash it down, I offer a glass of my divine piss, freshly drawn from the source, served with a straw for a touch of refined humiliation. Here, too, I permit not a single drop to be wasted. As he drinks, I watch with a mix of disdain and satisfaction. See you in a couple of days, I say, dismissing him with a cruel smile. Now Ive got another slave to feed, caged in the next room. With that, I leave him there, trapped in his submission, and head off to my next toy.
Just fed pee and shit
Why all the fuss? Some people just want to drink piss and eat shit… right? This guy definitely gets the full treatment, and after hes had his fill, he gets a handjob until he cums…
Triple shit nightmare for one slave!
I was in Leipzig with Mistress Luciana at Miss Medeas to fill a slave with our delicacies. I had brought one of my toilet slaves with me. He was in pure panic when he heard that he had to swallow shit and piss from three women. But of course, we showed no mercy. So the three of us shitted and pissed in the slaves mouth, pushing him to his limits when he had to eat our shit. To make it slide down better, we also pissed in his toilet mouth!
MISTRESS GAIA – EVERY MEAL HAS ITS TASTE – HD
Meal to the beast. Our slave lies supine and waits. He already knows what will happen to him. One after another we give him our shit that is delicious to him. We dont fail to piss in his mouth, of course. It serves to swallow more easily. Each one has its own style, its own colour of shit and its own smell. He swallows as best he can. We help him by inserting with our gloved fingers what overflows from his mouth. Lips, tongue, teeth: nothing is saved from being covered in shit. His eyes are half-blinded. He breathes with difficulty. But he must resist: he was born for this, to be shit on by his mistresses. A final shower of spit is our greeting.
