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Ludovica Luxury

COFFEE, CIGARETTES AND HUMAN TOILET -hd

Like every morning the alarm goes off exactly at 8. My personal slave has already been awake since 6 cleaning the entire house and preparing my perfect breakfast. I find him already lying on the cold bedroom floor ready to serve as my human doormat. As soon as I open my eyes I extend one foot and he kisses it devotedly before slipping my slippers on. Then I stand and use him as a step stool to get out of bed.We go to the bathroom. While I brush my teeth he lies flat on the floor and becomes my personal chair: I sit comfortably on his face and chest letting my bare ass press firmly against his mouth. I spit the foamy toothpaste straight down his open throat mixed with thick morning saliva. He swallows everything without a sound.Then we head to the kitchen. I have documents to review while I drink my coffee. He crawls in with the tray strapped around his neck like a living table. I place the hot cup on the tray and light my cigarette. Every couple of drags I use his wide-open mouth as an ashtray: I flick the ash inside and order him to keep his tongue out so nothing falls. He trembles but obeys perfectly.The hot coffee and cigarette quickly stimulate my bowels. I grab his leash and drag him to the bathroom. I sit on the special toilet chair with the hole in the center and him underneath mouth wide open. I relax my sphincter and shit a nice warm heavy load straight into his mouth. I leave him there mouth full face pressed against my still-dirty ass. I do not allow him to chew or swallow yet. He will stay like that waiting while I go take my shower.

Ludovica Luxury

DROWNING IN LUDOVICA'S PISS -hd

I am in the kitchen, sitting at the table with my laptop open, focused on work. Under the table, my human doormat does his job: he is my personal footrest. His hands move carefully over my bare feet, massaging the soles, tracing the toes, licking the arches quietly when I signal with a slight flex of my foot. He knows not to disturb me, that the slightest noise or wrong move would cost him dearly.At one point I raise a hand sharply, without even looking. "Come out from under there."He crawls out, stands in front of me, eyes down, hands behind his back as I have trained him. But I immediately spot the mistake: his cock is hard, swollen, straining against the thin pants I made him wear. Without permission. A cruel smile crosses my face, but inside I am furious."Who gave you permission?" I snap, voice ice-cold like a blade.Silence. He knows any wrong word would make it worse."Get the bucket."He scrambles to grab it, sets it at my feet with shaking hands. I stand slowly, lock eyes with him. I undo my pants, lower them just enough, and start pissing into the bucket. The stream is slow, steady, loud in the quiet room. I fill it nearly halfway; the sharp, acrid smell spreads. He shrinks, head bowed, but does not dare move."Dunk your head in."He hesitates for a second. My glare pins him. He bends, plunges his face into the warm, stinking liquid up to his ears."Drink," I command. "Every drop. And do not dare get hard again without my permission."I watch as he drinks, muffled gulps, bubbles rising as he sucks and swallows. He trembles all over but keeps going. When the bucket is almost empty, I lift his chin with a light kick."Good boy. Next time you ask first, or the price will be much higher."I sit back down, reopen my laptop like nothing happened. He stays on his knees, soaked, humiliated, the taste in his mouth and his cock slowly going soft.