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Ludovica Luxury

TOILET DEDICATION -hd

Like every morning, my personal ritual is ready to kick off. My devotee, as I call him, is usually as punctual as a Swiss watch, but today, at the last minute, he texts me: flu, fever, he is down for the count. In years of unwavering dedication, he has never bailed. He must be really sick, poor guy. Too bad for him, because I do not have time to wait or call a backup: nature is calling, and my masterpiece will not wait.I settle onto my legendary Golden Throne, the WC chair that reigns supreme in my bathroom, fit for a queen like me. With a deep breath, I let it all happen. The result? A work of art: 750 grams of pure perfection, with an aroma only a true connoisseur could appreciate. And today is menu is extra special: tuna, spinach, and a hearty serving of brown rice from last night is dinner, expertly digested and transformed into this marvel. My devotee, who usually savors this feast like it is a Michelin-star risotto, missed out big time today.But I am not one to let a masterpiece go to waste. So, I decide to turn this loss into an opportunity: I launch an online auction. The highest bidder will earn the privilege of receiving my "special package." Some might devour it with devotion, others might smear it on their body like a luxury cream, and some might use it as lube for a solo session. Hell, maybe someone will whip up a rice salad with it - who knows! The sky is the limit.In the meantime, I carefully package it up, ready to ship to the lucky winner. As for my sick devotee, I will let him off the hook today - but only because he needs to choke down his meds. Tomorrow, flu or no flu, I expect him kneeling before the Golden Throne, like every damn morning. No excuses!

Ludovica Luxury

POOP #3 -hd

I am comfortably seated on my elegant sling, with one of my many slaves kneeling at my feet, eagerly awaiting my commands. He does not yet know what his task will be today, but I do not like to waste time. With a slow, deliberate movement, I bring my feet close to his face, letting him see just how dirty they are. He gets the hint immediately - his tongue is already out, ready to serve, no words needed.I begin rubbing my feet across his tongue, but I quickly notice it is too short to meet my standards. Annoyed, I decide to shift his focus. "Enough with the feet," I snap. "Focus on something else. I want you to clean my asshole. Thoroughly."He knows what is coming. With a mix of fear and obedience, he opens his mouth wide as I command. I do not hold back: the first load of caviar slides straight into his throat. I give him a moment to swallow, watching him with a smug smile. But I am not done. I cannot hold back any longer, so I let it all go. His mouth fills up, and there is so much that my caviar overflows, dripping down his face in messy streaks.I do not tolerate waste. Using my fingers, I scoop up every bit from his face and shove it back into his mouth, ordering him to eat it all. He tries his best, poor thing, but his gagging betrays him. Not that I care - his struggles do not faze me. After a while, though, I start to get bored. He is too slow, and my time is precious.I make a decision. "Open again," I command. For the third time, I fill his mouth, but this time I add a special touch: a stream of my golden champagne to quench his thirst. He struggles to keep up, but that is not my problem. I stand up, look at him with disdain, and deliver an ultimatum: "I will be back in ten minutes. If you have not finished everything, you will be in serious trouble."With a final glance of defiance, I leave him there, drowning in his duties, as I walk away with a satisfied smile.