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IMAGINE THAT YOY ARE MY TOILET! -hd

Every morning, after brushing my teeth, I feel the urge to evacuate, but today I decide to make it special. I switch on the webcam, my face bare of makeup, fresh from sleep with slightly tousled hair, radiating raw, natural authority. I stare directly into the camera, addressing you, imagining you in place of my toilet, a privilege reserved for the most devoted. "Picture yourself here, worm, right beneath me," I say with a wicked smirk, positioning myself above the bowl, my throne for this performance.With a taunting grin, I release a copious, soft load of caviar, envisioning it landing in your open mouth. It is warm, abundant, with a pungent aroma that fills the air, a divine gift that would mark you as mine. "Enjoying it, aren't you?" I tease, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I describe every detail for the webcam, knowing you are fantasizing about this moment. To top it off, I pull the flush valve with a theatrical flourish, laughing as the water gurgles loudly. "That would help you swallow it down, right?" I mock, my chuckle sharp and biting. "What a perfect way to start the day, consecrated to your role as my human toilet under my supreme dominance!"I rise, satisfied, my bare face glowing with natural power in the morning light. The webcam captures every moment, and I know you, wherever you are, are lost in the fantasy of being my living toilet. "Aren't you lucky to dream of this?" I add, flashing one last provocative smile before turning off the camera, leaving you to dwell on your submission.

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5 MISTRESSES' HUMAN TOILETS -hd

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.