LUDOVICA LUXURY -SPIT AND PISS MIX -hd

I push the door open and the picture is instant: our sissy perched in front of the mirror, lips parted, admiring herself with dreamy eyes instead of doing what she was born for. The lipstick trembles in her hand the second she meets our stares in the reflection. She does not speak. She already knows.

My Mistress friend shuts the door with a dull thud. In two strides we grab the latex ponytail tails of her mask, yank her from the chair, and drop her flat on the cold floor. Her breathing shortens; her eyes lock on the clear funnel in my hand.

I slowly stroke my swollen belly, then my friend does the same. She understands exactly what is coming.

To make it harder, we decide she does not swallow right away. First we fill the funnel with thick, deliberate spits, one slow glob after another, until the tube holds a trembling column of warm, stringy saliva. Then the real fun begins.

I go first. A strong, golden stream shoots up fast, nearly overflowing the rim. The funnel cannot hold everything I have to give.

"Drink."

She gulps frantically, throat convulsing, tears welling as the liquid floods her mouth and slides down. The second it is empty, I start again.

Now my friend takes over; her jet mixes with the last drops of mine, creating a hot, salty, slightly foamy cocktail. Perfect blend.

She swallows and swallows, but a thin trickle finally escapes the corner of her lips and hits the floor.

Mistake.

We seize the ponytail tails, flip her face down, and press her cheek into the little puddle she just made. Her tongue scrapes the marble, chasing every drop while we keep her pinned.

When the floor gleams again, we stand. We leave her lying there, soaked in our scent, mask dripping, breath ragged.

"Keep admiring yourself, slut," I say, pulling the door shut.

"But from the floor."

We walk out laughing. Lesson over.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -DIARRHEA INCOMING -hd

This morning in the bathroom, I was about to make a huge mistake. Last night I went all out on sushi, and today my stomach is screaming: a massive liquid diarrhea is on its way.

I pull down my panties, but right before sitting on the toilet, my slave pops into my head. I think: he has never taken my shit when it is this liquid and that beautiful yellowish color.

I call him immediately.

He shows up right away, head down, already knowing it is going to be rough, though he is hoping for at least a normal consistency.

I make him lie flat on the floor right next to the toilet, face up, mouth wide open. I squat comfortably over his face, ass just inches from his mouth.

First, the mandatory rimming: I make him lick my hole deep and slow to open me up properly. He obeys, already trembling a little.

Then I relax and let go.

A powerful jet of liquid shit erupts, bright yellowish and piping hot, shooting straight into his mouth and all over his face. He was not expecting it so powerful, so much, and that vivid yellow. It fills his mouth instantly, drips over his eyes, cheeks, and into his hair.

Some splashes onto the floor around his head, forming sticky yellowish brown puddles.

I keep going slowly, comfortably perched above him, watching as he tries to swallow what pours down his throat, coughing and gasping, his face already completely coated in that intense yellow.

Every now and then I tell him "open wider" and send another direct stream right into his mouth.

Once I am done, the piss comes. Slow and warm, I let it fall over his face, mixing with the liquid mess so he drinks that too.

I leave him lying there in the mess, ordering him to lick up every drop that splashed on the floor, not leaving a single trace.

But since he was such a good boy and held up so well with that nightmare liquid yellowish consistency, before I walk away I give him a little reward. I grab his cock, get him hard fast, then ruin his orgasm right at the peak, leaving him throbbing uselessly while he keeps licking the filthy yellow stained floor.

Perfect morning.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -THE DOCTOR'S ORDER -hd

It is time for the medicine. Max Morbid showed up at my clinic today for his weekly dose.

I make him drop straight to his knees in front of me, hands behind his back, head bowed like a good patient. I stay standing, relaxed, my transparent latex doctor's coat barely reaching mid thigh.

In a calm, commanding voice I tell him:

"Open your mouth wide, patient. Your treatment is ready."

I slowly lift the hem of my coat, positioning myself directly over him, feet planted wide for balance. He tilts his head back, aligning his open mouth right under my source, eyes looking up at me in total submission.

I release my divine golden nectar, warm, abundant, and steady, straight into his waiting mouth. The stream hits perfectly. He arches his neck even further to catch every drop, swallowing hard as the liquid fills his throat, spills from the corners of his lips, runs down his chin, and drips onto his chest.

I keep the flow slow and controlled, staring straight into his eyes while he gulps it down, coughing slightly but never daring to move away.

When I am finished, I trace a wet finger across his lips, wipe his face with my thumb, and whisper:

"Excellent work, patient. Now I have properly Italianized you. See you in one month for the next dose. I cannot wait to have you on your knees again."

He stays there on his knees, soaked, humiliated, still tasting my nectar on his tongue.

Dose administered. Appointment booked.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -ITALY vs SPAIN - hd

Me and Miss Lith are completely merciless today, zero fucking mercy.

Last night I took her to that little Italian restaurant that drives me wild. I made her try the whole damn menu: handmade prosciutto antipasti, pasta with thick ragu that sits heavy in your stomach for hours, dense creamy tiramisu, strong espresso to finish it off.

Italian food is perfect in how heavy it is. It fills you slowly until your belly turns hard, warm, packed full of that delicious pressure that makes you grin just thinking about it.

This morning we looked at each other and knew right away: time to empty ourselves.

We dragged the slave into the living room and made him lie flat on his back on the cold floor, arms straight at his sides, no ropes, no cuffs, just the sharp order not to move even one millimetre.

Head tilted back against the low bench, neck stretched tight, throat exposed, mouth held wide open with his own hands keeping his lips pulled apart because he knows if he closes it for even a second the slaps start, or worse.

No ring gag, no silicone funnel, just his bare mouth, lips stretched thin, tongue crushed to the floor of his mouth, teeth trembling a little while he tries to breathe through his nose.

His face is a fucking show: eyes wide open begging in silence, pupils blown huge from panic, forehead already slick with sweat, cheeks burning red with shame. He whimpers softly, a choked little "please no" that barely escapes because his mouth is held open to the absolute limit.

We could not give less of a shit.

I squatted over him first, knees planted on either side of his head, ass hovering just centimetres above his gaping lips. I took a deep breath, relaxed every muscle. The first wave came out slow, thick, hot, a dark brown block that dropped straight onto his tongue and coiled there like a snake settling in.

The smell flooded the room in one second: strong, raw, animal, our scent mixed with yesterday's coffee and food.

He jerked hard, tried to twist his head to the side but I grabbed a handful of his hair and locked his face right under me.

I pushed again: second wave, softer, even bigger, filling his mouth until it overflowed at the corners. Thick pieces sliding slowly down his cheeks, over his chin, trailing shiny brown streaks down his neck.

He coughs, gags, eyes flooding with tears but he does not dare close his mouth. He knows exactly what happens if he does.

Miss Lith is right next to me, laughing quietly while she runs her hand down my back.

"Good girl, pack him full. I do not want any room left when it is my turn."

Between the two of us it has got to be at least two kilos of warm, compact waste scented straight from our bodies, heavy, sticky stuff that cannot be swallowed quickly. He has to chew slowly, feel every piece slide down his throat one by one, throat visibly working while he fights not to puke.

If he slows, if he tries to hold his breath or act disgusted, the whip comes out instantly, the short one with multiple tails that leaves red welts across his chest, thighs, cock if we feel like it. We showed it to him this morning, let it whistle through the air just to burn the reminder into him.

And the full service does not end there:

my golden champagne, hot and sharp, poured straight down his throat while he is still stuffed full to help wash the load down without him choking too hard

Miss Lith's long, stringy morning spit fired right into his mouth to season the mouthful and make sure he remembers he is nothing but a human toilet

our low, cruel laughter while we watch him struggle, cough, swallow with wet shiny eyes and a filthy smeared face

every now and then a foot pressing down hard on his chest to keep him pinned, or a sharp slap across the cheek to remind him who fucking owns him.

Two heartless goddesses, bellies finally light and satisfied, one gaping mouth to fill until it is ready to burst.

The only real rule:

Eat. Everything.

Not a single crumb lost, mouth never closing, no whining.

Or get ready to suffer twice as much, and you know we love it way more when you really suffer.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -RAINBOW CAVIAR -hd

Today, after three long months away due to family issues, one of my favorite toilets has finally managed to get free and return to my service.

I told him clearly: I have not seen you in so long that I expect a proper feast today. And yes, I am full. Very full.

I make him enter on his knees as always. First I want him to reclaim what he has missed the most: my sweaty feet after a full day.

I sit comfortably on the spanking bench, legs spread, him on his knees on the floor in front of me. I order him to slowly lick the soles, between the toes, the accumulated sweat dripping into his mouth.

He is already panting, tongue digging eagerly, as if he had been waiting for nothing else for three months.

I tell him to savor it properly, to inhale the scent he has missed, while I relax and get ready.

Then I stand up from the bench and slip off my panties slowly. He stays on his knees, eyes fixed on my ass.

I order him to slide his tongue inside to dilate my hole. He obeys immediately, tongue pushing deep, swirling, exploring, trying to open me up as much as possible.

He pants hard, excited by the taste and smell, ready for what is coming.

When I feel the moment is right, I order him to rest his head supine on the edge of the bench, mouth wide open facing up.

I position myself over him, ass facing his face, and sit slowly on the bench next to his head. I relax completely.

It comes out plenty, creamy, as usual. I watch it fall straight into his wide open mouth: a wonderful mix of colors.

Intense green from yesterday's spinach, dark brown from the chocolate tart, yellowish streaks from the milk and chia seeds. A true rainbow filling his mouth in a compact mass.

I tell him to hold it there for a few minutes, to really taste it, to feel the weight and warmth on his tongue. He gurgles, eyes glassy, but does not dare spit.

Then I sit more comfortably on the bench beside him. I scoop up with gloved fingers what spilled at the corners of his mouth and smear it all over his T shirt. He is not naked, he is wearing a thin shirt that soaks through immediately, staining brown and sticky.

I pack it into small mouthfuls and feed them to him one by one while he chews slowly, struggling but never stopping.

Meanwhile I tease his tiny cock with my feet, a slow footjob, soles rubbing the shaft already hard. The more he eats, the more his cock swells, throbbing against my soles.

Ridiculous.

I had promised him a ruined orgasm if he ate everything without complaints. And he hurries: chewing faster, swallowing with difficulty, tears in his eyes but determined.

In the end he finishes. The shirt is a sticky brown mess, mouth empty and filthy. He deserves the reward.

With my feet I bring him to the edge, rubbing slowly, building the rhythm. He moans, tenses, he is about to come, and right at the peak I pull my feet away.

The ruined orgasm dribbles out weakly, pathetically, pooling on the already dirty shirt. He shakes, pants, humiliated to the core.

I look down at him, satisfied.

Good toilet. You kept your promise.

Come back in a week.

And next time I want you even fuller.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -STINKY PENGUIN -hd

Today, my friend Mistress and I bound our slave with rolls of duct tape, wrapping it tight around and around his body, rendering him completely helpless and ready for our games.

After granting him the privilege of worshipping our perfect asses right in his face, smothering him with our weight and scent, it was time for his real reward: a hot, abundant golden shower all over him.

But first, for our amusement, we made him hop around like a ridiculous stinky penguin, bound as he was, waddling clumsily and begging for mercy with his eyes.

Finally, we had him lie down on the floor, supine and motionless. Standing over him, we both unleashed torrents of warm, golden piss, spraying it in powerful streams across his body, his chest, his face, drenching him completely.

To finish, we made him roll around in the puddle of our urine, soaking him from head to toe in our humiliating mark, and left him there, marinating in our scent, to reflect on his devotion.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -FIRST AND LAST TIME -hd

For two months this guy has been flooding my inbox with pathetic emails. Always the same plea: I want to be your human toilet.

At first I deleted them without even opening. Then his persistence started to amuse me. Eventually I sent one cold reply:

If you are serious, there is one non negotiable rule. You swallow it. Every last bit. Otherwise do not waste my time.

He replied in under sixty seconds: I accept.

10 a.m. sharp. The intercom buzzes right on time while outside the cold bites straight into the bones.

I open the door wearing only a black thong, push up bra, and a thick pair of yellow wool socks I have had on for four straight days. The bright yellow has darkened slightly at the toes and heels. They are heavy, damp, reeking of that thick winter sweat wool stench that hits him the moment he steps inside.

He enters head down, hands trembling, probably from the chill, probably from nerves after a three hour drive in this miserable weather.

On your knees.

I point at the plastic sheet. He drops instantly, knees smacking the floor.

I press one socked foot right under his nose.

Sniff. Get acquainted with my winter socks.

He inhales; his whole face twists. He once confessed he cannot stand strong smells. Too bad. This is warm wool, four days of trapped sweat, and the cold soaked deep into the fibers. Yet he takes another long breath.

Take them off. Teeth only.

He fumbles clumsily at the fuzzy edges. Finally my bare feet slide free, still hot, glossy with old sweat, soles darkened from days pressed against yellow wool.

Lick them. Toes to heel. Do not miss a spot.

His tongue comes out shy, flat, sliding between my toes. Every pass makes him grimace; the sour taste of damp wool must be coating his mouth. I laugh softly and rub the other still socked foot across his face, leaving bits of yellow fluff stuck to his cold reddened cheeks.

Good toilet. But today you are not here for feet.

No, Mistress.

Exactly.

I push him flat on his back on the sheet. I position the portable toilet over his head, then spread my legs wide, ankles framing his face, perfectly balanced. I want him to see every second while the radiator wheezes uselessly against the frost creeping through the windows.

Today is not one of those massive loads. I ate light last night, so it comes out as one long, solid piece, about twenty centimeters, soft enough to mold. It lands straight in his mouth, then overflows gently in brown streaks running down his cheeks and neck.

I remove the toilet slowly. I slip on the long black gloves up to the elbows.

First, though, my bladder is full. I bend slightly and release a hot stream onto his cock, soaking the shaft, the pubes, the balls. A burning contrast to the icy room. He jerks but keeps his mouth sealed. Not a drop escapes.

I crouch beside his head. With gloved fingers I scoop up what spilled out, pack it into fat mouthfuls and push them in one after another.

After about ten he starts to break. Hands shaking uncontrollably, throat convulsing, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

I press my palm flat on his forehead, pinning him.

I have not given you permission to quit yet.

He raises a trembling hand: stop.

I sigh, voice like ice.

This was your one and only chance. This was your first and last time seeing me in the flesh. Do not message me again unless you have trained yourself to swallow everything without acting like a little bitch. Apologize. Now.

I am sorry Mistress. Thank you for using me.

Louder.

I AM SORRY MISTRESS. THANK YOU FOR USING ME AS YOUR TOILET.

Good boy.

I stand up slowly, looking down at him. He is still flat on his back on the cold sheet, mouth stuffed, cheeks smeared, cock cooling in a puddle beneath him. His chest rises and falls fast; he breathes through his nose because his mouth is full.

I say nothing more. No permission to rise, to spit, to wipe himself. Nothing.

I turn, pick up the yellow wool socks from the floor, they are still warm, and drop them onto his chest like dirty rags.

For a moment I just watch him lie there: pathetic, frozen, too terrified to move without my command.

Then I turn and walk out of the room without another word. The door clicks shut behind me.

I leave him right there on the floor in the freezing silence, my smell all over him.

How long will it take him to realize I am not coming back? That he will have to crawl out alone, clean himself up as best he can in the guest bathroom, get dressed, and leave without daring to knock again?

Maybe he will disappear for good. Maybe in a few weeks another desperate email will land in my inbox.

We will see.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -TILL THE LAST DROP -hd

Today Maz Morbid has one specific role: my personal toilet, drinking every drop of my warm piss.

I position him under my face sitting chair, the one with the hole in the middle, and strap his head in place so only his face is exposed, mouth wide open, ready to catch everything without spilling a single drop.

But first I want to tease him a little. I lower myself slowly until my ass is pressed right onto his face. I order him to sniff deep, breathe in my full scent, push his nose right in.

I hear him moaning underneath, and I can see that pathetic little dick trying to swell inside its chastity cage. Poor thing, it twitches but cannot do anything, haha.

Once I am nicely turned on and he is already drunk on my smell, I lift up just enough and let go: a hot, golden, heavy stream straight into his mouth. He swallows fast, has to gulp it all down, and I love the feeling of quenching his thirst like a proper Mistress.

After I have given him my full liquid gift, I leave him there for a bit to recover, mouth still tasting me.

Maz, you were literally made for this: sniffing, drinking, and serving.

Good boy, my personal little toilet. Haha.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -TAKE IT! -hd

Today I am sitting comfortably on the sling, legs spread, feet dangling slightly.

In the corner of the room stands the tall vertical cage where my slave spent the entire night. He kept it clean, as ordered, but now it is time for his breakfast. And what a breakfast it will be, haha.

I stand up slowly from the sling and open the cage door. He is inside, curled up, already excited and trembling at the sight of me. I make him crawl out on his knees, head low.

First I want him to reclaim what he has missed most: my sweaty feet after a full night.

I sit back on the sling and order him to kneel in front of me on the floor. He starts by sniffing deeply, nose pressed to the soles, inhaling the sharp, intense scent. Then the tongue: slow licking between the toes, along the heel, tasting every drop of accumulated sweat.

He is panting already, tongue digging eagerly, as if he had waited months for this alone.

I tell him to savor it properly, to breathe in the smell he has missed, while I relax and prepare.

Then I stand up from the sling and slip off my panties slowly. He stays on his knees, eyes fixed on my ass.

I order him to slide his tongue inside to dilate my hole. He obeys immediately, tongue pushing deep, swirling, exploring, trying to open me as much as possible.

He pants hard, excited by the taste and smell, ready for what is coming.

When I feel the moment is right, I order him to rest his head supine on the edge of the sling, mouth wide open facing up.

I position myself over him, ass facing his face, and sit slowly on the sling next to his head. I relax completely.

First round: it comes out in a flood, creamy and firm, perfect consistency. I watch it fall straight into his wide open mouth: a wonderful mix of colors.

Intense green from yesterday's spinach, dark brown from the chocolate tart, yellowish streaks from milk and chia seeds. A true rainbow filling his mouth in a thick mass.

I tell him to hold it there for at least a minute, to really taste it, to feel the weight and warmth on his tongue. He gurgles, eyes glassy, but does not dare spit.

Then I sit beside him on the floor. I scoop up with gloved fingers what spilled at the corners of his mouth and smear it all over his T shirt. He is wearing a thin shirt that soaks through immediately, staining brown and sticky.

I pack it into small mouthfuls and feed them to him one by one while he chews slowly, struggling but never stopping.

Meanwhile I tease his tiny cock with my feet: a slow footjob, soles rubbing the shaft already hard. The more he eats, the more his cock swells, throbbing against my soles.

Ridiculous.

I had promised him a ruined orgasm if he ate everything without complaints. And he hurries: chewing faster, swallowing with difficulty, tears in his eyes but determined.

Second round: it comes again, but this time only a small amount, just a modest creamy portion, while the piss is abundant, a long hot stream that fills his mouth to overflowing, dripping down his chin and neck.

He struggles to keep it all in, swallowing hard between mouthfuls, face getting wetter and dirtier by the second. I laugh watching him drown in the flow.

Third round: even lighter, just a tiny soft portion that lands in his mouth to finish the breakfast, while the final stream is still generous, pouring over his face and chest.

He is at his limit, but he does not stop.

I grant him the reward: I order him to jerk himself off while still having everything in his mouth and on his face.

He masturbates frantically, hands filthy, cock sliding through the smeared mess. He comes in seconds, a weak and pathetic spurt that drips onto his already soiled belly.

I look down at him, satisfied.

Good toilet. You ate and drank everything like a good boy.

Back in the cage now.

See you tomorrow morning at the same time.

And be hungry.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -OUR SIGNATURE -hd

The afternoon is lazy and muggy. My friend and I decide to break in our novice human toilet. We make him lie naked on the floor, the cold tiles under his back reminding him right away where he belongs.

We start slow, no rush. My friend squats over his face first. She releases a warm, slow, heavy stream straight into his mouth. He opens wide, swallows in rhythm, eyes half closed in pleasure. Not a drop escapes; he gulps with obvious gratitude.

Then her body tenses slightly. A wet, deep sound, and the mess comes without warning: yellowish, soft, almost creamy. My friend does not stand up. She stays crouched and feeds it to him directly. She lets the first dense, warm portions drop right onto his open tongue, then pushes gently to release more, controlling the flow.

She fills his mouth little by little. One lump after another coats his palate, swells his cheeks, and starts oozing from the corners of his lips. The sweet acrid smell floods the air in seconds.

His eyes snap wide in pure terror, mouth already full and unable to close. He gurgles loudly, trembles uncontrollably under her, tries to hold it, but after barely two minutes he breaks. He spits it all out in a disgusting gush, yellowish splatters running down his chin, neck, and chest.

My friend rises slowly, a calm cruel smile on her face. She bends toward the floor, picks up a small piece of the spat out mess with two fingers, still warm and sticky, and locks eyes with him. Without a word she brings it to his lips. He hesitates for a split second, but she presses it against his mouth, made him open again.

She feeds it to him deliberately, sliding the fragment inside with her index finger until she feels it settle on his tongue. He coughs, swallows with difficulty, tears streaking his face, but he gets it down. The taste makes him shudder, yet his cock throbs harder against his stomach.

The moment he finishes swallowing, my friend does not waste time. With fingers still filthy she gathers the rest of the leftover mess from his chest and the floor, that warm, dense remainder, and starts smearing it slowly over him.

First across his chest, wide deliberate strokes covering his pecs and sternum in a glossy, sticky layer. Then lower: she takes more and spreads it straight onto his cock and balls, wrapping his erect shaft in the soft cream, sliding her hand up and down slowly while he moans quietly. Every pass makes him dirtier, more marked, more hers.

Only after coating him thoroughly does she start writing. Still using her fingers, still using that same yellowish paste she just smeared on him, she traces her name first across his chest, elegant, deep letters that sink into the mush and leave permanent grooves.

Then, without pausing, she adds my name right beside hers. Every stroke is slow and precise. Her fingers glide over his heaving chest, pressing hard to make it cling to his skin, turning his torso into a permanent brand of ownership. Two names, handwritten by her, declaring exactly who this ruined body belongs to.

He breathes short and ragged, eyes fixed on the ceiling, chest trembling under our signatures.

My friend steps back a moment, looks down at him with a satisfied smile, then orders him firmly: jerk off with what is on you. Use what we smeared on your cock.

He obeys instantly. His right hand, already coated in the thick cream, grips his shaft and starts sliding up and down. Faster and faster, the wet obscene sound fills the room.

I stay close, watching with a smile as he pumps furiously, smearing his fingers, cock, balls, splattering a little everywhere with each stroke.

When he comes it is explosive: white spurts mixing into the filth on his chest, stomach, and hands.

We leave him there, lying in the puddle, humiliated, marked, and still shaking.

A debut human toilet, already completely ours.

Tomorrow he will be back.

And next time he will have to keep everything inside much longer.

5 MISTRESSES AND THE CAVIAR TRIAL -hd

Today I am in Barcelona with my four Spanish Mistress friends. I brought along my Italian toilet.

I arrived first; he joined later. I made him spend the night at the airport, sleeping on chairs, strict total fast: no food, no water, nothing at all.

Reason: today he was going to have a proper, abundant breakfast.

As soon as he arrives we strip him naked and lay him on the floor on a black sheet.

First we all spit into his mouth, thick, long, repeated spits until his mouth is overflowing and it starts dripping down the sides.

Then, one by one, we begin using him as a toilet.

We take turns squatting over him and unloading. Waste of different consistencies and colors: some softer, some firmer, some in logs, some in pieces.

We order him not to chew and not to swallow. He has to hold everything in his mouth while we keep going.

By the end his mouth is packed full, the overflow slides down his chin and drips onto his neck and chest.

Once the last one has finished, we give the command:

Now you can eat.

He starts chewing. The gagging begins immediately.

It is so revolting that some of the Mistresses feel sick, and a couple actually vomit right there near him.

I put on long gloves, scoop up what remains in his mouth, mix it with what is now on his chest, and push it back in, feeding him with my fingers.

The other Mistresses cannot take it anymore. They are laughing, retching, turning away in disgust but still unable to look away.

Then we flip him onto all fours.

Now finish everything like a pet. Lick and clean it off the floor.

He eats for a very long time, sucking, digging, licking every single stain.

In the end the black sheet, which started out spotless, is a mess, yet after he finishes cleaning with his tongue, it is almost clean again. No need to wash it.

Now he is ready to be shipped back to Italy.

Hahahaha.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -OPEN YOUR MOUTH!- hd

Slave, consider the privilege I grant you! From below, you may gaze upon the perfection of my ass as I settle onto my specially designed chair. Take in the sight of my exquisite thong and my flawless curves, but don't you dare lose focus. Your task is clear: open your mouth, now, and prepare to receive every single drop of my precious champagne. Liters and liters, day after day, without wasting even a trickle. This is an honor I bestow upon you, an experience you should revere. Prove your devotion, or you won't even deserve to kneel at my feet.

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.

MY FARTS SMELL OF ROSES -hd

Bad afternoon today, I'm not feeling so well, I really have a stomach ache! Could it have been the lunch I ate today? Anyway, since my slave is here with me, I thought: why waste all this wonderful smell and not go farting directly in his face? Everything that comes out of the Mistress is divine! My fart smells like roses!

LUDOVICA LUXURY -ABUSING MY SLUT -hd

After making this pig strut back and forth across the room in high heels for a full hour legs shaking and ass swaying like a street whore I decide it is time to fuck him hard. But first he has to prove his worth. I make him kneel at my feet and order him to suck my cock properly. Take it all the way down your throat slut deep and no breathing. I grab his hair tight and push in slowly but firmly making him swallow every inch until tears run down his face and saliva drips from his chin and onto his chest. I keep face-fucking him at a steady pace until my cock is rock-hard and shiny with his spit.Then I flip him over roughly spread his cheeks wide with my hands and slam straight into his ass. I stretch him open with brutal deep thrusts while he moans loudly and claws at the floor. His hole opens wider and wider red and swollen perfectly ready for the next game.I grab the wide funnel shove it straight into his gaping ass and start pissing right into it. The hot powerful stream fills the funnel and flows deep inside him liters of piss bloating his belly visibly. I watch him tremble his stomach rounding out as he fights to hold it all in. Once the funnel is empty I look down at him with an evil smirk.Now push slut. Squirt my piss out.He obeys immediately face burning with shame and starts bearing down hard. The yellow liquid gushes out of his ass in a strong steady jet splashing across the floor while I laugh hard loving how pathetic and obedient he is. Good boy keep going show me how filthy and submissive you really are.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -FOUNTAIN PEE -hd

A mix of 2 pee videos! I'm very good at making it fountain style! Ahahha In the first video I am at the lake and I decide not to quench his thirst by doing it from afar while he tries to catch it. In the second I am in the park and I do it towards the camera, rain style.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -EAT BALLS SHIT OUT -hd

Hey Ludovica I have a bold request for you. I would love for you to create a video where you play a very teasing game. Picture yourself slowly eating juicy plums pretending they are my balls. You savor every bite with a wicked smile as the juice drips down your chin. Then with a triumphant smirk you pretend you have fully digested them transforming them into something new. When the moment comes you release the result with a soft creamy consistency just how I like it describing every detail with a mix of mockery and seduction. Finally you lock eyes with me and with an arrogant grin order me to serve as your toilet paper humiliating me with your commanding presence as you assign me this degrading task. So what do you say are you ready to film this masterpiece?

LUDOVICA LUXURY -DOUBLE HUMAN WC -hd

Today my friend Mistress and I are set to film our videos but during the shoot we both need to pee badly. With a sharp command we order our two slaves to lie down in the shower ready to serve as our human toilets. One for each of us naturally. With total authority we release our streams onto them and they obey silently not daring to falter. Once done we turn on the cold water and wash them down with a powerful spray cleansing them of our gift. As the water warms we take our time showering while the slaves ever submissive lift and hold our legs with unwavering devotion acting as our human supports as we cleanse ourselves. Everything is under our command exactly as it should be.

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.

JET LAG HAS MADE ME CONSTIPATED! -hd

I just arrived at Miss Infinity's studio after hours of travel from Italy. I usually go around 10 in the morning but today I was awake at 5 for the plane and held it all hoping to release as soon as I got here around 1 pm. Nothing. My belly is bloated, heavy, packed with hard shit pressing but nothing comes out. Maybe the trip, time change or weather, but the urge won't come. I don't shit today, only Miss Infinity does.She introduces her human toilet: "Now you can empty yourself". With a smile I position over him but first I empty my bladder. I grab the funnel, shove it in his mouth and piss a long hot stream that fills his throat. The sharp acrid smell rises immediately, mixed with my travel sweat. I order him to hold it all without swallowing. "Wait, wait just a bit longer... then you can swallow ahaha". I add thick stringy spit that drips on his lips and chin.Miss Infinity makes herself a coffee to stimulate. When she finishes she positions over the funnel and pisses hard and plenty, a powerful jet that makes his cheeks bulge. He drinks it all gulping, face red and eyes watering. Then it's her turn. She pushes hard, muscles clench, the hole opening slowly. Finally a thick compact log comes out, warm and heavy like a long well-formed sausage. It lands right in his open mouth with a wet thud. The earthy strong smell fills the room, the soft but dense texture stuffing his mouth and leaking from the corners of his lips.We tease him: "Suck it, bitch, taste it like a lollipop". He obeys, lips tight around the piece, sucking slowly while I grab the toilet brush and shove it down his throat, pushing the shit deeper, making it melt and drip. We laughed hard while he coughed and swallowed with difficulty, throat convulsing.Today I did not do more, I held everything inside. But tomorrow we already have a full scat session planned: Miss Infinity and I will fill him properly, turn after turn, until there's no more space. Can't wait.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -PISS + SPIT + VOMIT -hd

Today I'm with my three new Spanish friends, all cruel and with zero pity. They introduce me to their latest human toilet, a real pathetic loser who's already shaking just looking at us. We drag him into the kitchen because we don't want to ruin the carpet with his filth. We make him sit on the floor, back against the sink, head tilted back like an open toilet bowl. We take turns lifting one leg over the countertop and literally piss right on his head. The hot stream runs down his hair, into his eyes, down his neck and chest, straight to his cock... which gets rock hard instantly. We laugh our asses off: "Look at this disgusting pig, he gets turned on by our piss! What a pathetic loser!"We don't stop there. We keep spitting into his wide-open mouth, one after another, thick saliva dripping down his chin and neck. Then one of us blows her nose and shoots a thick green snot straight into his face - "Here, drink this too, you filthy thing!". I turn around, bend a little, and while pissing again I let out a loud, stinking fart right on his nose. "Smell that good, it's my special gift for you!" The girls are doubled over laughing.One of the Spanish girls, seeing all this mess - piss everywhere, spit, snot, farts - starts feeling sick. "Girls, I'm gonna throw up..." Perfect! "No problem, just puke right on the toilet's head!" And she does: a hot, sour stream pours down on him, running over his forehead, mixing with the piss and snot. He gurgles, coughs, but stays perfectly still like a real human toilet. Now he's complete: soaked in piss, covered in saliva, snot, vomit, and the smell of farts. All that's missing is a bit of human chocolate to reach total maximum degradation... but we'll save that for the next session, hahahaha!We leave him sitting there, drenched and stinking, cock still hard and dripping. "Good job, toilet, you served us well. Tomorrow we'll use you again, maybe with even more friends." What a useful, pathetic piece of filth.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -PISS & MUD HELL -hd

Today I decided to humiliate this slave completely, taking my time and making sure every step sank in deep. It all began with the preparation. I took a sturdy 50-liter trash bag and filled it with thick, sticky mud I scraped from an abandoned construction site nearby - the kind that clings and stays dark even after hours. Into the bag went the kitchen leftovers: rotten banana and potato peels, stale coffee grounds that had been sitting for days, spoiled pasta scraps, expired yogurt already turning sour, chunks of moldy bread, and greasy paper towels soaked in old oil. To turn it all into the perfect sludge I added a bottle and a half of lukewarm water, sealed the bag, and stepped on it steadily for a couple of minutes, pressing and twisting until it became a brownish-blackish mixture - runny yet thick, with that heavy, wet-rot smell hanging in the air.Next I turned to our shoes. The soles were already ridged and ready. We dipped them one by one into the bag, pressing down gently at first, then more deliberately, letting the filth work its way into every groove as we rotated our feet. When we lifted them out they were noticeably heavier, dripping slowly, with strands of rot hanging and bits of peel caught in the treads. The soles looked completely coated in that thick, dark layer.I had him kneel right away, hands behind his back. I placed the first shoe in front of his mouth and told him calmly: "Clean it with your tongue. Get everything out of the grooves." He began licking, running his tongue along the treads, sucking up the lodged scraps of rotting peel, swallowing the coffee grounds and the dense mud that slowly dripped. He coughed occasionally, his mouth filling with the brown sludge, but he kept going without protest. Shoe after shoe, he worked methodically: black saliva eventually running down his chin and onto his chest, tongue swollen and stained. By the end the soles looked almost presentable again, but he was already a mess - face streaked, mouth dark, drooling brown spit.That was only the start. We had him lie flat on his back, head tilted just enough to keep his mouth accessible. We stood in a loose circle above him and began spitting steadily: thick saliva, long strings when we could manage it, aimed carefully at his open mouth, nose, eyes, forehead. The spit blended at once with the leftover sludge from the licking, forming a shiny brown paste that gradually dripped over his ears, down his neck, across his cheeks. His face turned into a glossy, revolting mask, and we smiled at how completely pathetic he looked beneath us.Then came the piss. We kept him lying there in the slowly spreading puddle. With one hand we eased his underwear to the side - just enough, holding it in place without removing it - and let our warm streams flow directly onto him, shoes still on. The hot liquid soaked his chest, stomach, neck, hair, face in steady, unhurried flows. It mixed immediately with the remaining mud, the bits of rotting garbage, the spit - creating a foul brownish-yellow sludge that slid over his skin and collected in warm, stinking pools around his head and torso."Spread it all over yourself properly, you filth."With the still-dripping, coated soles we pressed down on his chest and stomach, sliding them slowly to distribute the mess evenly. We moved across his neck with steady pressure so he felt every bit of the weight. Then the face: full sole placed deliberately, twisted gently to coat forehead, nose, cheeks, lips completely. We slipped the toe of a shoe between his parted lips and let him taste it again while we continued the quiet taunts: "Look at the state you're in now," "You're nothing but a vessel for piss and garbage," "Roll in it if you like, pig."In the end we simply left him there, lying in his own expanding puddle: soaked through, reeking of rot, urine, spit, and decay. Our shoes remained on our feet, still caked and dripping like silent trophies. Final words: "Stay right there until we tell you otherwise. Feel free to roll around - you're already beyond recognition."Complete degradation. Tomorrow we can do it again - fresh sludge, perhaps a few more friends, and one or two small additions to push him even lower.

PRE-COLONSCOPY PREPARATION RITUAL -hd

Today I decided to share with you a very real and intense moment from my life - my colonoscopy preparation ritual.The doctor gave me clear instructions: dissolve a powerful laxative powder in one liter of water, stir it well until it's completely dissolved, and drink it slowly over about an hour. Then, after finishing the first liter, wait a bit and repeat the exact same thing with a second liter. It's a deep internal cleanse required before the procedure, and trust me, there's nothing glamorous about it.In this clip you'll see the whole process from start to finish: me pouring the powder into the water, stirring until it's clear, sipping the first liter slowly, waiting for it to kick in, feeling the first cramps hit, rushing to the bathroom... and then starting all over with the second liter. You'll hear the raw, natural sounds my body makes during this extreme cleanse: gurgles, powerful releases, no filters, no pretending.It was strange, messy, at times almost embarrassing, but also strangely liberating in a way I didn't expect. My body got completely emptied like never before, and by the end I felt incredibly clean inside, almost surreal.A very private and raw piece of my life, shared exactly as it happened, no tricks.

4 MISTRESSES, 1 HUMAN TOILET part 1 -hd

My Italian slave took a flight and came all the way to Spain for one single purpose: to become the official human toilet for me and my three most perverted Spanish Mistress friends.

Day 2 and we already have him exactly where he belongs: lying under our improvised portable toilet seat, face jammed right into position, mouth wide open, funnel ready. Though honestly, we do not always need the funnel.I start, the Italian owner who dragged him here.

Last night I tried a proper Spanish specialty. Some fancy paella remix, various tapas. But careful, I am gluten intolerant and I am pretty sure something was cross-contaminated even though I skipped the bread. Result? My shit came out nice and soft, almost creamy, super mushy. The perfect first taste of Iberian delicacies straight from the source.

First I piss straight into the funnel. He drinks every drop like the good little toilet he is. Then I remove the funnel and slowly drop my load directly into his mouth, nice and generous. He chews, swallows, while I sit comfortably enjoying the view.As soon as I am done, the second Mistress takes the seat.

Same ritual: first a hot stream of piss for him to gulp down, then her shit. Firmer, more compact than mine, classic well-formed Spanish style. He struggles a bit more this time, but keeps working like the devoted slave he is.Third friend: different texture again, more pasty and sticky.

Fourth friend: the cherry on top. Soft but with some solid chunks here and there, just to make sure he really feels the full variety of todays menu.Four Mistresses, four completely different shits, four flavors, four consistencies. And him underneath, taking load after load in quick succession with zero breaks.

All the while we are constantly spitting in his face, laughing, humiliating him, telling him how pathetic and lucky he is to be our vacation toilet.But that is not the end.

We grab a bowl, collect whatever fell on the floor, the leftover shit. Then some of us puke right into it. Yes, someone went a little too hard. We spit in it more, mix the disgusting sludge with our fingers and hands. And then we take turns spoon-feeding him that revolting vomit-shit-spit cocktail while we keep mocking him.Not bad for day two, right?

The poor Italian thought he was coming to Spain for a holiday. Instead he is turning into the collective toilet for the most sadistic Mistresses on the Iberian peninsula.And the final shipping back to Italy? That is coming. But first he has to survive the rest of the week here.To see everything. His stuffed face, close-ups, reactions, the full bowl-of-hell moment. You will have to wait for Part 2 dropping on March 20.

Trust me, it is worth it.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -NO TWO WITHOUT THREE -hd

This morning I woke with my belly already churning. I rang the bell. He crawled in wearing only that ragged grey t-shirt that barely covers his navel - the one scrap I let him have on mornings like this to remind him how low he is."Breakfast ready?""Yes, Mistress."A cramp made me grit my teeth. Bathroom occupied, husband inside for half an hour with his phone and cold coffee. No choice."Lie down there" - I pointed to the icy floor at the foot of the bed, flush against the mattress edge. "Back flat on the ground. Head lined up with the edge. No mattress, no pillow. Just cold parquet."He stretched out supine immediately, shivering the instant his bare back hit the chill. I knelt on the bed facing away, ass turned toward the room, hovering directly over his face. Hands braced on the headboard to stay steady."Open wide. You're my toilet today. Swallow everything."I pushed. The first load came slow and heavy, a thick warm rope landing straight on his tongue. I felt him tense from the cold and revulsion. I lowered a bit more, pressing to seal it in."Chew. Swallow. Don't lose a drop."He struggled, throat working hard, but he got it all down. I checked: face smeared, floor clean. Good.Then another, sharper cramp. This time I changed position. I calmly stepped off the bed, squatted Turkish-style right over his face - feet flat on the floor on either side of his head, thighs spread, ass low and close to his lips. Him beneath, frozen, mouth held open as commanded."Don't move. Keep that mouth open."I pushed again. The second load came softer, bigger, in messy spurts that spread across his tongue and cheeks as I rocked gently to make sure it all went inside. A bit clung to my ass. I laughed."Some stuck to my ass. Scoop it with your fingers. Lick them clean."His trembling finger rose, gathered the remnant, brought it to his mouth. Tongue circling obediently while I watched from above.He thought we were done. Wrong.One final tiny cramp. I settled back into the same low Turkish squat over him."There's still a little piece. Open."I bore down gently. Almost nothing - just a small soft lump that plopped straight onto his tongue. I pinched his nose shut with two fingers."Swallow that too. Thank me."He gulped with difficulty, voice cracked: "Thank you... Mistress..."I stood up, wiped carelessly with a corner of the sheet, and nudged his chest with my bare foot."Get up. Finish the coffee. And pray the bathroom stays occupied tomorrow morning. Otherwise..." I smiled "...you go hungry."He crawled away, t-shirt filthy in front, back marked by the cold floor, whispering one last broken "Yes, Mistress."

LUDOVICA LUXURY -SMOKING DUO MOUTH DUMP -hd

Just woke up, Miss Lith and I are ready to kick off our filming day. She's sipping hot tea, I'm having my coffee. We both light up a cigarette. Right in front of us, the human toilet is already positioned under the toilet chair, mouth open and waiting.Miss Lith wants to go first. I already went this morning, so I don't think I'll need to again. With the cigarette in her hand, she sits on the toilet chair, relaxes, and pushes. At first nothing comes out , probably still constipated from the trip from Italy to Spain. But the piss flows out plenty, hot and strong. She keeps pushing and finally drops a nice solid, hard log. While she's doing it, she flicks cigarette ash straight into the slave's open mouth.Her turn done, now it's my go. Like I said, I already emptied this morning, but the cigarette seems to have stirred something in my gut. I feel it moving again. I sit on the toilet chair, push gently, and without even expecting it, a thick creamy green shit slides right into his mouth , thanks to all the veggies I ate last night. I thought there was nothing left, but I just unloaded a big soft load on him. Couldn't believe it myself, I started laughing. Probably seeing his disgusted face turned me on and made everything come out, haha.I stand up over the toilet chair and piss straight into his mouth. Obviously he swallows every drop. A few bits of shit fell on the floor. We spin him around, make him crawl, and tell him to lick up and eat what dropped too. He didn't disappoint , cleaned it all up perfectly.Now we can finally start our real filming day, laughing our asses off. What a way to begin the morning.

4 MISTRESSES, 1 HUMAN TOILET part 2- hd

Day 3 of My twisted Spanish vacation. The Italian slave is completely broken, but we're far from done.

Part 1 of the video (already online, short summary):

The four of us use him again as our human toilet under the portable WC seat. I start: long hot piss straight down his throat, then a soft creamy shit that coils slowly onto his tongue. The other three follow right after: firm logs, pasty load, chunky mix. All in quick succession, no breaks, spitting in his face, laughing, humiliating him nonstop. He swallows everything, face already a mess.

Part 2 of the video (this one):

Now we move to feeding him the leftovers.

We grab the big bowl and scoop up everything that fell on the floor during the shitting: scattered pieces of shit, soft smears, sticky bits, dried piss puddles.

We add fresh vomit from one of us (thick and acidic, tasting like last night's drinks and tapas), fresh piss from all four of us, and big globs of spit. We mix it all with our hands until it's a warm, slimy, stinking sludge of shit, vomit, piss, and spit.We sit in a circle on the floor around him. He stays lying there, head propped up a little so he can open his mouth. We start spoon-feeding him, taking turns.

We dip the spoon into the disgusting mix and shove it in his mouth. He opens, chews what he can, swallows with effort. If he hesitates, we pinch his nose or give his throat a light tap to keep him going.

We laugh, comment on the revolting taste and texture, tell him how pathetic he looks covered in Spanish filth.We keep going until the bowl is completely empty. He licks the edges, scrapes the last bits with the spoon. The bowl ends up clean, no need to wash it. We stand up, spit one final time in his face, laugh hard. Then we walk out, leaving him alone on the cold floor, covered in dried shit and vomit crust.The week goes on.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -SCAT COCKTAIL -hd

We are on vacation and we woke up quite early, since it will be a beautiful day and we have to make the most of it. Before breakfast we have to pee and poop rightly, like everyone just woke up and we target a slave who happens to pass by the garden. Anxi, since we had dinner together and we ate the same things, we want to test the consistency of our chocolate and I have to say that each one has a different consistency. Now that we have emptied ourselves we can also have breakfast leaving the slave in the sun with the flies buzzing around him.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -A SYMPHONY FOR YOU -hd

It's morning, a beautiful day, I woke up early and before going out I have to empty myself in the bathroom. I can't wait any longer: my stomach is rumbling like crazy, I have really bad diarrhea, the kind that hits you suddenly after last night's heavy dinner, spicy food, drinks, everything mixed together, and I feel it's about to explode.I rush to the bathroom, sit on the toilet and it starts right away: a wet noisy fart that echoes in the bowl, then a hot liquid stream of diarrhea shoots out at full power. It's not a normal shit, it's a real brown river, watery, foamy, splashing hard against the porcelain. Wave after wave, it doesn't stop: it comes in bursts, with gurgling and continuous splash noises, while my belly contracts and I push grunting in relief.In the middle of all this the morning pee starts too, a powerful long jet, dark yellow, mixing with the mess below. The smell rises immediately, strong, sour, pungent, filling the whole bathroom. I keep going, feeling the thicker chunks fall with heavy plops, then more liquid diarrhea dripping nonstop.Finally, after several minutes of constant releases, I feel empty, light, my stomach finally calm. I wipe slowly, flush twice because there's brown mess everywhere, and stand up satisfied.Now I can really start the day.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -SCENTED FARTS -hd

After a pretty heavy dinner full beans, lentils, chickpeas, the whole lineup that bloats you like a balloon, I throw myself on the bed to relax. But five minutes later my stomach starts rebelling. It swells up, tightens, makes weird noises, like there's a civil war of gas going on inside. Dull pain, pressure building everywhere, and I'm just lying there, hands on my belly that's about to burst.I can't keep it to myself: why not share this magical moment with you? I roll onto my side, lift my ass a bit, relax the muscles and... here comes the first long, deep, warm fart that vibrates against the sheets. I feel the air coming out slowly, thick, with that low, wet sound echoing in the room. The smell hits right after: heavy, sulfurous, fermented beans, sulfur and slow digestion. I breathe it in too, I like it, it turns me on knowing it's all mine, produced by my body after that filthy dinner.Another one comes, louder, more noisy: brrrrrrt, long and broken, vibrating so hard my cheeks shake. My belly deflates a little, but it's not enough. There's more. I get on all fours on the bed, spread my legs, push with my stomach and let out a barrage: quick dry farts, then a wet one that makes me jolt, almost a shart. The air comes in waves, hot against my skin, and the smell spreads everywhere, soaking into the sheets, the room, myself.Every time I let one rip I get a little shiver of relief mixed with perverse pleasure. My belly calms down slowly, but I keep going because I know you like hearing me like this: bloated, noisy, dirty, no filters.Want me to keep going? To lift my shirt, let you hear the next one up close? Or should I lie back down and tell you how the night continues, when the leftover gas decides to come out all at once in a final explosion?Tell me... I'm here, belly still warm and ready to give you more symphony.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -WE ATE TOO MUCH! -hd

After a lavish, star-worthy lunch generously provided by our devoted slave, my friend Mistress and I are delightfully sated, brimming with air. We decide to reward him for his exquisite offering by sharing a special treat with him. With a commanding gesture, we lift our skirts and kneel on the couch, presenting our perfect backsides for his adoration. His task is clear: position himself close, very close, and inhale every deliberate fart we produce, some intentionally sharp and potent. Despite the challenge, the slave complies without complaint, clearly enthralled by the stunning view of our rears and our absolute authority. Satisfied with his submission, we continue to dominate him with our power, as he yields completely to our pleasure.

LUDOVICA LUXURY - A HUGE GOLDEN SHOWER -hd

My friend and I have been sitting on the couch for hours, sunk into the soft cushions, the room's air growing heavy as time drags on. Outside, it's dark, a lazy calm wrapping around us as we chat idly, legs crossed, feet dangling slightly. At our feet, on the rough rug, lies a slave, naked, his pale skin bare with nothing to cover it, his thin body stretched out like a silent offering. He's been with us all day, still, a shadow awaiting our whims, and we've barely noticed him, lost in our chatter and lounging.After so long sitting, the urge creeps in, a slow but persistent need. Our full bladders nag at us, but the bathroom's far, across the house, too many rooms to cross for a day this relaxed. We lock eyes, a sly grin slipping out without a word. Why get up? her look seems to say, and I nod, already amused by the idea forming. Come here, I tell him, voice calm but firm, pointing to the floor beneath us. He crawls across the rug, his naked body moving slowly until he lies flat on his back, head near the couch s edge, eyes down, avoiding ours.I stand first, with a lazy motion, positioning myself over him, legs apart as I slide my panties aside with two fingers. My friend watches, one eyebrow raised, a smirk curling her lips, muttering, You start, with a soft chuckle.Then I let go: a warm, steady stream rains down on his bare chest, runs over his stomach, soaks his thighs, his skin prickling under the flow. The sharp, sour smell rises fast, cutting through the stale air, but we don't care, it's our game, our laziness winning out.When I'm done, I sit back, adjusting myself casually, and she rises. My turn, she says, stepping over him with the same ease. Her stream hits his face, wets his sparse hair, drips down his neck and shoulders, making him squint as rivulets pool on the rug below. She laughs quietly as she goes, and I join in, our amusement growing as we turn him into our human latrine.We cover him like this, taking turns, his naked skin now a patchwork of wet streaks, glistening faintly in the dim lamplight. Stay there, I order when we're done, voice sharp, settling back on the couch. He doesn't budge, lying soaked, the piss drying slowly on his skin, forming a sticky film that starts to reek, a harsh, acrid stench filling the room.We glance at him now and then, his discomfort pulling a smile from us, his drenched nudity a trophy of our idleness. We stay put, lazy queens, chatting softly, as the smell grows overpowering, pleased we didn't move an inch.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -PEE AT THE POOLSIDE -hd

We are enjoying our holiday in a beautiful villa with swimming pool and my friend Miss and I, and as soon as we return from a shopping tour we really want to pee. So, the first thing we find are two slaves who were cleaning us around the pool. We make them lie down and use them as toilets by pissing on them completely and letting some of our precious liquid touch their mouths. As soon as we finish, to clean them, we throw them into the pool, making fun of them. When they manage to get out, we point out to them that in their cleaning they didn't remove a used condom abandoned by two who had fucked you by the pool. So as punishment, we make him take it in his mouth and suck it.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -PISS RAIN -hd

We turn our slave into a living urinal, subjecting him to a degrading ritual of humiliation. We order him to kneel as, one by one, we pour streams of warm piss over him, letting the liquid cascade down his body and pool on the cold floor beneath. He's not allowed to escape; he must scoop up the urine gathered on the ground and use it to wash himself, rubbing it into his skin as if it were soap. In turns, we drench him with liters of piss, aiming deliberately to soak his face, hair, and every inch of his body. We even compel him to open his mouth and take our piss-soaked panties between his teeth, drenched and reeking, making him choke on the acrid taste as he holds them. Every drop of our urine becomes his only water, a perverse substitute for his hygiene, a symbol of his complete submission. This ritual repeats, transforming his body into a vessel for our pleasure and his utter degradation.

PISS SHOWER FOR STINKY SLAVE -hd

It was a calm day. Fresh air was coming through the slightly open window carrying a faint scent of cleanliness. The room was spotless. The polished floor reflected the afternoon light and the couch where we sat me and my friend my partner in dominance was soft and perfect with the cushions neatly arranged.We were lounging with our legs crossed when our slave shuffled in dragging an unbearable stench with him. A sour mix of stale sweat and grime that clashed with the clean room. My friend wrinkled her nose and nudged me with her elbow.

Smell that. We cant let him stay like this.We had been holding our pee for hours on purpose just for this moment. Our eyes met and a sly grin passed between us without a word.

Should we give him a shower I suggested. She nodded her eyes sparkling with mischief.We stood up poised and confident and ordered him to lie down on the clean floor right in front of us. He obeyed without a sound stretching out flat on his back.With a slow deliberate motion I slid my panties aside holding them with two fingers. My friend did the same perfectly in sync.

Ready she whispered. I nodded.Then it began. Two warm steady streams of piss poured down on him hitting his chest first then his face his eyes snapping shut and then his arms and legs. We covered him completely leaving no spot untouched letting the pee run over his skin and pool on the spotless floor.The sharp scent mixed with his stink but we didnt care. This was not for him to drink. It was just a rinse a wet punishment for his filth.Next to him a clean cloth had soaked up our shower.

Wring it over yourself I commanded.He obeyed slow and awkward picking up the drenched rag and squeezing it over his body letting the liquid drip down his face and neck while we watched from the couch pleased.But my friend was not done. She stood up spun around and without warning let out a loud fart right in his face. A sharp stinking blast that made him flinch. We both burst into loud cruel laughter collapsing back onto the couch cushions.There he lay soaked and dazed while we reveled in it two mistresses enjoying every second of our control.

GOLDEN SHOWER WARM-UP -hd

We are starting to feel the first autumn breeze. It is the end of September and the air is getting cooler. As proper Mistresses we decide it is time to warm up our slave who has been waiting patiently by the pool.We look at him with a wicked smile and say

Since you are cold we are going to warm you up with our hot tea.We step closer lift our skirts position ourselves over him and begin to release long warm streams of piss all over his naked body. The hot golden liquid cascades down his chest his stomach his cock and his legs steaming slightly in the cool evening air.This is our hot tea slave. Now you will feel nice and warm.

IN THE SHOWER WITH MY LOVER -hd

My friend, sometimes lover, always Mistress, and I feel the urge to pee while we're in the bathroom, a stark space of white tiles reflecting our authority. We step into the shower, the glass fogging slightly, and with a curt command we summon one of my slaves to kneel beneath us. She's wearing a black bra and tight panties, while I'm in a matching black bodysuit, taut against my skin. We exchange a sly glance and strip slowly: she unclips her bra, letting it drop, and I slide the bodysuit off my hips, shedding it with deliberate ease, baring ourselves without a rush. He's there, on his knees, a pitiful shadow under our towering presence. We don't bother telling him to open his mouth, he doesn't deserve the instruction. Instead, we let loose, pissing right onto his face. The warm stream splashes across his cheeks, drips down his chin, soaks his hair, while he squirms, caught off guard, lips shut tight in his useless defiance. My friend lets out a low, cutting laugh that bounces off the walls. "Not so lucky, is he?" I say, voice dripping with sarcasm, as we watch him flinch, drenched and powerless beneath our command. "A privilege like this, and he can't even handle it," she adds, shaking her head with mock disappointment. We step out of the shower, naked and victorious, leaving him there, soaked and humiliated, chuckling at his sorry state. Haha.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -THE PARTY URINAL -hd

We're in the midst of a femdom dinner, an exclusive affair we've meticulously planned for our pleasure. The dining room glows with the flicker of candles, the table set with black linens and crystal goblets, but the real show isn't on the plates - it's in the bathtub. There, waist-deep in a pristine white porcelain tub, we've stationed a slave as our human urinal for the night. Seven Mistresses, including us, will use him in turns: whenever one of us needs to go, he's there, mouth open and eyes down, ready to drink, stuck in the tub for the entire evening to serve as our pissoir. "Don't move," we told him at the start, and he obeys, his face a mix of resignation and submission as the clatter of cutlery and laughter fills the air. Meanwhile, out on the terrace - a breezy spot overlooking the city lights - we've set up another slave as our human ashtray. For those who want to smoke between courses, he's there, kneeling on a rough mat, mouth agape and hands clasped behind his back, prepared to catch ash and cigarette butts all night long. Every so often, one of us steps out, lights up, and casually flicks ash onto his tongue or stubs out a cigarette in his mouth, watching him chew without a flinch. "Keep it clean," one Mistress told him with a smirk, and he nods, still as stone under the night sky, his role as clear as the crystal on our table. Inside, the dinner unfolds with orchestrated precision: some slaves serve at the table, carrying trays of steaming food with shaky hands to avoid mistakes, while others have cooked, sweating in the kitchen to ensure every dish meets our standards. Everyone has their task, and no one dares step out of line - there's the ashtray, the urinal, the waiters. Between courses, we exchange smug glances, tossing comments around: "The pissoir's keeping up," I say with a laugh, while another Mistress chimes in, "And the ashtray hasn't whined yet - miracle!" The dinner is a triumph of control and indulgence, and we, the seven Mistresses, reign supreme, pampered and adored in every way, from the first bite to the last drag.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -BUSY BATHROOM -hd

Between filming videos, I need to pee, but the bathroom's taken - those damn slaves are hogging it for their showers. So annoying! I glance around, ticked off, and spot one still wandering the room. I've just gotten comfy - half an hour in soft slippers, chilling before I slip into heels for the next videos - and all I want is a peaceful piss. No way I'm waiting for them to free up the bathroom. "You, lie down," I snap at the loitering slave, and he drops to the floor instantly, looking puzzled. I slide off my panties with a quick move, make him sniff them for a second - the warm fabric pressed against his nose, just to give him a taste - then step over him. I piss on him without hesitation, aiming straight for his cock, a steady, warm stream soaking him as I empty myself with a relieved sigh. He stays there, quiet and drenched, while I finish, feeling light again. Right then, the other slaves stroll out of the bathroom, towels in hand, clueless. Too late - I've already christened a new human toilet! I crack up, looking down at him, still dripping. "Well, at least someone's been useful today," I say, kicking off my slippers and heading back to prep, pleased with my quick fix.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -GLASS PEE -hd

Imagine the scene shot in POV. I am standing above a transparent plexiglass sheet. You are lying underneath it with your face turned upward. The camera shows you everything from my point of view while I look down at you through the transparent plexiglass.I speak to you with a calm but commanding voice.

Look carefully through the plexiglass toilet. Do you see my figure above you? This will be your new position every time I use you as a piss toilet. You are no longer a man. You are only my human toilet. Your mouth exists only to receive and swallow everything that comes out of me.First rule. When I say open you open your mouth as wide as possible and stick out your tongue. You must stay perfectly still under the plexiglass while I piss. You must not move. You must not close your eyes. You must watch everything from below. See my body through the transparent plexiglass and my warm piss flowing directly toward your throat.I will start pissing slowly so you can get used to the flow and the taste. Then I will increase the pressure until a strong steady stream comes down. You will have to swallow quickly without spilling even one drop. If anything lands outside your mouth you will lick everything from the plexiglass until it is perfectly clean.You must learn to drink my warm and strong piss directly while I watch you from above. You will get used to the heat the salty taste and the smell. Your job will be to swallow every single drop and then clean me with your tongue slowly licking until I am completely dry.While I piss I will look at you through the plexiglass and humiliate you. Drink it all toilet. This is what you deserve. Your mouth is my personal toilet. You will stay there below with your eyes open drinking and thanking with your gaze.At the end of every session you will thank me by kissing my feet and repeating. Thank you Mistress I am your perfect piss toilet.Now repeat after me while looking up through the plexiglass. I am only a toilet for your piss. My mouth is your toilet. I will swallow everything without spilling anything.The camera moves closer to my face as I smile at you with superiority from above the plexiglass. Start your training today. Next time I will check how well you have learned to drink properly.

WHIPPED&FED BRIOCHE SHIT -hd

Finally, the long-awaited day had arrived for this slave who had been flooding my inbox with emails for months. He desperately wanted to become one of my complete human toilets. As you all know, I am very demanding and only accept slaves who eat everything and drink everything without hesitation.He swore he wouldn't make me regret it and that he wouldn't waste my time, so I decided to give him this one chance.He arrived right on time. I ordered him to strip completely naked. He greeted me by kissing my feet with devotion, and we didn't waste any more time. I made him lie on the floor with his mouth wide open.This morning I felt particularly full, probably because of the heavy carbonara I ate last night. Thanks to the eggs, the smell was also very strong and pungent.I sat on the portable toilet chair with the slave underneath me and let go. A creamy, almost liquid release, extremely smelly, flooded the room. I completely filled his mouth with shit that had a nice yellowish-green carbonara color. It overflowed from every side, but there was still room for my hot piss, which I poured straight down his throat.Once I had emptied myself, I expected him to start eating as he had promised. Instead, he just chewed slowly and swallowed only a tiny amount. I understood it was his first time and that the smell and texture were really overwhelming for him.To make it easier, I took a brioche, stuffed it with as much shit as possible, and made him eat it that way, hoping it would taste better.He only managed to eat a few small bites. I had no time to waste. I grabbed the whip and started lashing him hard. Only then did he begin eating a bit faster, but there was still a huge amount of shit left.At that point, I realized this idiot was not worthy of being one of my human toilets. I ordered him to smear all the remaining shit on his chest and cock, and to jerk off until he came while ruining his orgasm, enjoying the privilege of having my shit all over him.The idiot came so quickly that he didn't even manage to ruin the orgasm as I had commanded. I got even angrier.I left him there on the floor, surrounded by my mess, command him to finish eating what was left. I said goodbye for the last time.He will never see me again.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -4 ON 1 SCAT ROTATION -hd

My Italian slave took a flight and came all the way to Spain for one single purpose: to become the official human toilet for me and my three most perverted Spanish Mistress friends.By day two we already had him exactly where he belongs: lying under our improvised portable toilet seat, face jammed right into position, mouth wide open, funnel ready.I started first, the Italian owner who dragged him here. Last night I tried a proper Spanish specialty, a fancy paella remix and various tapas. But I am gluten intolerant and I am pretty sure there was some cross-contamination even though I skipped the bread. The result? My shit came out nice and soft, almost creamy, super mushy. The perfect first taste of Iberian delicacies straight from the source.First I pissed straight into the funnel. He drank every drop like the good little toilet he is. Then I removed the funnel and slowly dropped my load directly into his mouth, nice and generous. He chewed and swallowed while I sat comfortably enjoying the view.As soon as I was done, the second Mistress took the seat. Same ritual: first a hot stream of piss for him to gulp down, then her shit, firmer and more compact than mine, classic well-formed Spanish style. He struggled a bit more this time, but kept working like the devoted slave he is.The third friend brought a different texture again, more pasty and sticky.

The fourth friend added the cherry on top: soft but with some solid chunks here and there, just to make sure he really felt the full variety of todays menu.Four Mistresses, four completely different shits, four flavors, four consistencies. And him underneath, taking load after load in quick succession with zero breaks.All the while we were constantly spitting in his face, laughing, humiliating him, telling him how pathetic and lucky he was to be our vacation toilet.But that was not the end.We grabbed a big bowl and collected everything that had fallen on the floor: scattered pieces of shit, soft smears, sticky bits, and dried piss puddles. Then one of us puked right into it. We added fresh piss from all four of us and big globs of spit. We mixed it all with our hands until it became a warm, slimy, stinking sludge of shit, vomit, piss, and spit.We sat in a circle on the floor around him. He stayed lying there, head propped up a little so he could open his mouth. We started spoon-feeding him, taking turns.We dipped the spoon into the disgusting mix and shoved it in his mouth. He opened, chewed what he could, and swallowed with effort. If he hesitated, we pinched his nose or gave his throat a light tap to keep him going.We laughed, commented on the revolting taste and texture, and told him how pathetic he looked covered in Spanish filth.We kept going until the bowl was completely empty. He licked the edges and scraped the last bits with the spoon. In the end the bowl was clean, no need to wash it.We stood up, spat one final time in his face, laughed hard, and then walked out, leaving him alone on the cold floor, covered in dried shit and vomit crust.The poor Italian thought he was coming to Spain for a holiday. Instead he is turning into the collective toilet for the most sadistic Mistresses on the Iberian peninsula.And the final shipping back to Italy? That is coming. But first he has to survive the rest of the week here.

SHIT, PUKE AND SNOT FEEDING - 4K

This morning I am in the kitchen waiting for an idiot I have not seen for at least two years. After months of begging and expensive gifts, I finally decided to see him again. Maybe I will forgive him for disappearing suddenly.He has never eaten shit before, but his desire to return to my harem is so strong that he would do anything. From today onward he will eat my shit every morning.While I smoke a cigarette I question him and give him a few light kicks. Then I order him to lie down and rest his head on the edge of the sofa because I need to shit.He obeys immediately. I lower myself over his face and he holds my ass with his hands to keep me comfortable. A huge load of creamy, warm shit starts pouring out, it does not stop. A big soft mountain fills his mouth and covers his face.I get off the sofa and feed him the shit with my hands. To my surprise he eats it with real hunger and finishes everything before I even sit down.But today I am in a very degrading mood. I vomit my breakfast straight into his mouth, blow thick snot from my nose into his throat, and finally piss a long stream into his mouth while laughing.He does not disappoint. As soon as I finish I try to piss again. I place a chair right over his head to be more comfortable, light another cigarette and use his mouth as a human ashtray.This time only a little piss and a small piece of shit come out, but it is fine. I think I have forgiven him."If you disappear again it will not be this easy next time," I tell him laughing. "Tomorrow morning you must be here on time with your mouth wide open, understood?"

PISS DRINKING ANF FULL TOILET THREAT -hd

We have a perfect human toilet ready for us. My friend just arrived from Spain, and since it's already late afternoon, she has no intention of running off to the bathroom. I offered her my human WC right away, but she decided to hold it."We'll make up for it tomorrow morning," I tell her with a grin. "As soon as we wake up, we'll both shit in his mouth, one after the other, and empty everything we've been saving."For now, we don't want to wait. We order him to lie down on the pedestal, mouth wide open, tongue out. We stand over him, one after the other. First me, then her. Two long, powerful streams of warm piss fill his mouth without mercy. We've been drinking a lot, so the flow is heavy. It overflows from the sides of his lips, runs down his chin, and spills onto the floor at the base of the pedestal.A small puddle forms beneath him. We don't even think about cleaning it."Lick it all up," we order, laughing. "Not a single drop left."Still tasting our piss in his mouth, he obediently lowers his head to the floor and starts sucking up every drop that spilled, while we watch him with satisfaction.

XTREME BATHROOM TOILET SLAVE -hd

We are chatting in the living room when suddenly we need the bathroom. I have to piss badly and my friend needs to take a big shit. As soon as we enter the bathroom we notice the mirror is dirty and full of fingerprints. That useless slave has not cleaned anything."Come here right now!" we order him.We make him stand in front of the mirror and stick his tongue out. "Clean it with your tongue, idiot." He starts licking the glass but it is too dry. We laugh and spit big amounts of saliva all over it. "Now use our spit and make it shine!"While he licks the mirror with our spit, my friend pulls down her pants, sits on the toilet and spreads her legs. The slave is made to kneel right between her thighs with his face very close. She relaxes and pushes out a long, thick, sticky shit. He has to watch and smell everything up close.When she finishes, I climb on the toilet, position myself over his head and piss a strong hot stream all over his hair and face. The toilet is now a complete mess: full of her sticky shit, my piss and brown smears on the sides."Look at this disgusting toilet," we tell him, pointing inside. "Now clean it all with your tongue."We push his head deep into the bowl with our feet. While he licks the shit and piss, we flush the toilet. The water runs down his face as we keep pressing his head down.When we finally allow him to lift his head out of the toilet, his face is completely soaked, dripping with dirty water, piss and shit residue. It looks so disgusting that we get retching sensations."What a fucking mess... look at that shit face!" we say, disgusted. We almost vomit on him. Instead we spit repeatedly in his face, laughing at how revolting he looks."Keep licking until it is perfect," we order, leaving him there with his head still inside the dirty toilet.

PISS & SPIT BATH -hd

Me and my four girlfriends are in a hotel room with the slave following us everywhere. After a fun evening we decide to use him a bit more.We take him to the bathroom and order him to lie down inside the bathtub completely naked with his head on the bottom. We all stand around the edge looking down at him.We start spitting on him. One after another we spit big loads on his face chest and cock. We laugh like crazy every time the saliva runs down his skin.Open your mouth slut says one of my friends and spits straight on his tongue. He swallows while we laugh hard.Then we move on to piss. One by one we squat over the tub and start pissing on him. The first hot stream hits his chest the second straight in his face another on his cock and legs. The bathtub fills with the strong smell while we laugh hysterically seeing him all wet and humiliated.Look at him he looks like a human toilet one of the girls says cracking up.When we are all done we leave him lying there in the tub covered in spit and piss.Stay right there I tell him laughing. You stink so bad. Take a shower if you dont want to sleep on the floor like a smelly dog.We walk out of the bathroom still laughing and leave him there alone.

PATHETIC BOOT WORSHIPPER -hd

I am sitting on my black throne with my legs crossed. In front of me, on his knees, is the slave.Lick the soles of my boots, I order him.I am wearing beautiful shiny black PVC boots. He bends down and starts licking them, but after a few seconds I realize he is not doing it properly. He is lazy and not putting in any real effort. Something so simple and basic, and he can't even do it right! I stand up from the throne angry, grab the whip and start hitting him hard on his back and ass. He screams and twists while I punish him without mercy. After whipping him well, I grab him by the hair and pull his head up.Open your mouth, I say coldly.I stand over him and piss directly on his face. A strong hot stream hits his forehead, eyes, nose and mouth. The piss runs all over his face while he stays there motionless and humiliated.When I finish I look down at him and say:Next time learn to lick properly, otherwise it will be much worse.

SHITTING FOR THE 5th TIME -hd

For two months I havent seen one of my favorite slaves. Today he finally comes to visit me. He knows very well this wont be a polite visit. His only job is to serve as my human toilet.

Last night I ate almost half a kilo of gnocchi alla sorrentina and I can feel it... I really need to shit badly. To make it even more intense, Ive just come back from my morning jog. I woke up at seven, ran for almost an hour, and now Im hot, sweaty, and full.

As soon as he enters, I order him to get on his knees. First, I make him lick my sweaty armpits slowly while I press his face hard against my wet skin. Then I turn around, pull down my leggings, and push my sweaty ass into his face.

"Sniff it properly, toilet."

After making him suffocate a bit with my smell, I make him lie down on the floor. I position myself above him, squatting on a low table, my pussy and ass just inches from his mouth.

"Open that sewer wide."

The first load comes out thick and heavy. He opens his eyes wide, tears running down, but he eats everything without dropping a single piece. As soon as he finishes, I smile sadistically:

"Theres more coming."

The second load is even bigger. He has to swallow multiple times with obvious difficulty while I laugh. The third one he takes almost without breathing. Hes already desperate, but I give him no mercy.

By the fourth load hes completely broken. Yet I still feel Im not fully empty.

"This is the fifth... and the heaviest," I say cruelly.

For this one I decide to change position. First I quench his thirst with my golden champagne: a strong, long, warm stream that shoots straight into his throat. Then I stand up and shit slowly onto his belly.

The texture is perfect - warm and creamy. With my hand I spread it all over his chest, stomach, and cock, writing my name on his skin with my fingers:

Ludovica Luxury

"Now Ill prove how much you love being my toilet," I tell him. "Jerk off. I want to watch you cum with my shit smeared all over you."

Humiliated and aroused at the same time, he starts stroking furiously under my gaze. Shortly after, he has a strong orgasm, shooting while completely covered in my shit.

I leave him there on his knees, dirty, marked, and destroyed, with my name written on his body.

Good boy, Ludovica Luxurys toilet.

DIARRHEA FOOTJOB -hd

This morning, like every morning, I take my usual relaxing ritual. Hot coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other, phone in front of me while I sit comfortably on the toilet. Today, the toilet has a human shape. One of my personal human toilets was lucky enough to be chosen.I sit directly on his face, remove my shoes, and rest my feet on his chest. "Massage them," I order while sipping my coffee. His mouth stays wide open the entire time, ready to serve. Every few seconds I flick the ash from my cigarette straight into his throat, using him as my living ashtray.I already know what is coming. This morning it is soft, almost pure diarrhea. I do not care. Actually, it amuses me. This pathetic slave does not even deserve a proper, solid shit. He only deserves my warm, loose diarrhea. I relax, push, and let it all flow out, filling his mouth and spilling over his face.When I am finished, I stand up and look down at him.

"Swallow it. All of it."He hesitates, grimacing. So I shove my dirty foot deep into his mouth, pushing the shit further down his throat. He has no choice. As he struggles to obey, he almost looks pitiful. I decide to reward him anyway.I sit beside him, take his hard cock between my shit-covered feet, and give him a slow, filthy footjob. I stroke him using the same mess I just unloaded on his face, watching him twitch with a mix of pleasure and humiliation.When he finally cums, I smear my dirty foot across his cheek."Tomorrow you come back. If you are lucky, maybe you will get a firmer load... assuming you earn it."

URGENT PEEING -hd

I am in Spain at my Spanish friend's house. There are three of us: me, her, and another friend. We were chatting and drinking when suddenly all three of us got an urgent need to piss.We look at the slave and smile. "On the floor, now" I order.We make him lie down on the living room floor. He lies on his back completely naked, eyes wide open. He doesn't even have time to speak before the first of us positions herself over him.We all start pissing on him. My Spanish friend pisses on his belly, the other one on his chest and face. I stand between his legs, aim carefully and shoot a strong powerful stream directly onto his cock and balls. My jet is strong and hits straight on his dick, washing it with my hot piss.We piss all over him without mercy, covering him from head to toe. The floor quickly turns into a big warm puddle underneath him. His cock floats in our piss as we completely empty our bladders.When we are finished we stand around him and start spitting on him. We spit on his face, his body, his cock and his belly. Thick heavy spits that drip all over him mixing with our piss.We leave him there, lying in the big stinking puddle of piss and spit."Stay there like the pig you are" I say laughing.He remains lying there, soaked, covered in our warm piss and spit, while we go back to sit on the sofa chatting like nothing happened, leaving him to wallow in his mess.

3 MISTRESSES- CHAIR, WC, CLEANUP -hd

This morning me and my two friends are in the mood to use our slaves hard. We have three perfect human toilets ready: the human chair, the human toilet and the human toilet paper holder.We start with me. I order the human chair to get on all fours. I sit comfortably on his back and position my ass right over the human toilet wide open mouth. I relax and push out a big warm load of shit straight into his throat. When I finish I stay seated enjoying the view.My first friend goes next. She sits on the human chair and unloads her shit into the same human toilet mouth. The human toilet struggles but swallows everything like a good slave.When it is the third mistress turn she only needs to piss. She sits down and releases a long powerful golden shower straight into the human toilet mouth. He drinks every drop. But while she is pissing some shit from before falls on the floor.Now the fun part begins. I point at the mess on the ground and order: The human chair and the human toilet paper will finish the job right now. They both crawl to the floor and start eating the shit that escaped. We spit on the shit to season it and make it even more disgusting. My friend pushes her fingers down her throat and vomits on the remaining shit to make it wetter and nastier.All three of us watch them licking and swallowing every single bit from the floor while we laugh and smoke.In this house nobody wastes shit. Every slave eats. The human toilet the human chair and the human toilet paper all end up with their bellies full of our warm shit piss spit and vomit.We look at them covered in filth and smile.Good boys. You will stay here all day ready for the next round.Everyone eats shit today.

PEE AND MILK -hd

Today my friend Mistress and I had a nice ass available for our fun. The slave was lying on his back with his legs lifted and spread wide. We inserted the spreader into his asshole and slowly opened it up, enjoying every inch as it stretched.Once it was nicely gaped, we took turns spitting inside him. Our spit landed straight into his exposed hole. Then it was time to piss inside: first me, then Mistress. The warm stream filled his guts while we laughed at his reactions.Finally we removed the spreader. I took half a liter of cold milk and slowly poured it all into his ass, filling him to the brim. The slave moaned as the white liquid disappeared inside him.When he released everything onto the puddle on the floor, I ordered him firmly: Now take a shower, slave. Wash yourself properly. We left him there, humiliated and wet, while we walked away satisfied.

FROM HEAD TO MOUTH - 4K

Today a friend mistress came to visit me in my florentine dungeon. She made 4 hours of travel and now she needs to empty herself properly. We have two slaves two human toilets. Today I have a perverse idea.First we make them lie down next to each other so my friend can empty herself well with piss. Then I make one of them get on all fours with his head down and the other toilet under him so they look each other in the face.I sit on the head of the one on all fours and order the one on the floor to open his mouth wide. It is not a comfortable position but I want to humiliate them to the maximum to entertain my friend.I tell the one acting as chair to smell my shit while it slides into the other ones mouth and to look each other in the eyes. My shit is soft today and it slides from his head straight into the others mouth. I do the same with piss his head acts as a slide to make everything go into the mouth of the toilet below. Then I also spray directly on his face.Now that I am empty I order the chair to clean my ass with toilet paper and swallow it. My friend does not need to go yet.After that I order the chair to pick up the shit from the floor and feed the other slave. The one on the floor has eaten enough now it is the chairs turn. He tries but has gag reflexes. I dont care I order him to put it in his mouth spit it on himself and smear it on his face belly and cock while saying he loves my shit.In the end both me and my friend vomit into the mouth of the toilet on the floor.There is still some shit and piss left on the floor. We order them to finish cleaning everything while we leave. I hope I entertained my friend well.

NEVER ENOUGH TOILETS! - 4K

Today after all three of us already shat this morning, during the afternoon the urge comes back again. We have two toilets available and decide to use them once more.We make them lie on the floor next to each other. We take turns shitting and pissing on them. Some more some less, we unload everything. The shit is soft and warm. At one point one of us even vomits into one of their mouths. They swallow everything with no choice.While we are finishing I spot from the corner a slave who is spying on the scene. I signal him to come in immediately. He obeys and lies down next to the other two, even though he has never been a toilet before."In this house everyone must serve" I tell him laughing. I take some of our shit and push it directly into his mouth. He immediately has strong gag reflexes but it doesnt matter. We make him keep his mouth open and try to eat. In the end with pushes and orders we manage to make him eat some shit too. Between all three toilets they end up consuming all of our shit and piss.

TASTY FLAVOUR -hd

Imagine you are in the place of my personal toilet. Its really you lying on the floor under me.I slowly take off my panties and press them against your nose and mouth. Smell them properly I order while looking down at you. You feel my warm intense scent as I rub them on your face.Then I position myself above you my ass right over your face very close. I command you firmly Open your mouth wide now.You open immediately and I release my warm piss straight into your open mouth. The stream is strong and continuous. You swallow everything like a good boy without spilling a single drop. You drink it all while looking up at me eyes wide open as I stare down at you.When I finish I say with a smile Very good. You drank everything like a real obedient toilet.

3 SOFT SERVED TREATS -hd

Today me and my two friends had a human toilet available. We made him lie on the floor in the dungeon and positioned ourselves above him.My first friend starts. She squats and begins to shit. Her shit comes out soft and creamy it looks just like soft serve ice cream. Then its my turn. I lean over and vomit some coffee straight into his mouth. My other friend does the same and vomits her breakfast on him.He has to swallow everything without complaining and he does.Then its my turn. Mine is more liquid than usual probably because of the gluten from last night that Im intolerant to. My shit comes out soft and dark like chocolate topping poured over the ice cream of my friends. The third mistress finishes with another nice portion of soft serve like shit.We season everything with lots of spit and more vomit. The toilet is completely covered.In the end we order him to lick and clean everything that fell on the floor. When hes done we leave him there lying dirty and humiliated while we walk away laughing.

EXPLOSIVE SHITTING -hd

This morning my slave receives my divine caviar in a special way. I feel my stomach gurgling so I think today it will be quite explosive.I set up a bar to support my ass while the slave lies underneath with his mouth wide open just a few centimeters from my asshole. I want it to explode directly on his face and mouth.First I make him sniff my pussy well and sit on his face for some facesitting. Then it is time to shit. I position myself over the bar and push. A strong explosion hits him straight in the face and even goes past his face. It is not completely liquid diarrhea but something in between. I stand up look at his dirty face and burst out laughing.I order him to start eating what fell on the floor. Then I sit back on the bar and this time the right amount comes out. I season everything with gagging vomit and lots of spit. With the remaining shit I tell him to smear it all over his body by himself because today I dont feel like getting my hands dirty.In the end I stand up on the bar and order him to jerk off while I piss on him with a long stream that lands on his already hard cock full of shit. Shortly after he cums.I leave him there contemplating everything covered in my shit.

I LOOK PREGNANT -hd

My bladder is so full of piss it is like I am pregnant ready to burst. With a mocking smirk I spot the first slave who happens to be nearby and order him to lie down immediately no questions asked. It is time for me to relieve myself and frankly he reeks of sweat and is in desperate need of a shower. But not just any shower of course it will be my hot relentless stream of piss that drenches him cascading over his body from his face to his legs as I watch him squirm beneath my dominance. Every drop serves as a reminder of his submission and he had better not dare complain this is his purification a privilege granted by his Mistress.

WE NEED TO PEE -hd

My friend another Mistress and I are lounging on a red velvet couch grumbling about the bathroom being occupied again. Same old nonsense I mutter arms crossed while she rolls her eyes tapping her fingers on the armrest. Then we remember him our human toilet of the day crouched in a corner like a loyal pup waiting for a snap of our fingers. There he is my friend says with a smirk snapping her fingers. He scurries over instantly obedient as ever and we do not waste a second.Lie down I order and he stretches out on the cold floor back against the tiles looking up at us with that mix of fear and readiness. We take turns over him first me hiking up my skirt just enough I piss right on his face a warm stream splashing over his eyes and mouth while he stays still silent. Then her turn she positions herself calmly and lets loose another golden shower chuckling as he tries not to choke. His face is a soaked mess and we share a satisfied glance.

LIKE EVERY MORNING -hd

Every morning my personal slave must prove his worth from the crack of dawn devoting himself entirely to my service with unwavering obedience. His first task is to serve as a human table supporting my divine ass while I brush my teeth holding steady without a hint of complaint. Once Im done I flash him a mocking smirk and turn him into my living spittoon. I spit the frothy toothpaste directly into his open mouth & get him to swallow the sharp minty taste mixed with my saliva. Then after rinsing my mouth I pour the used rinse water over his face and down his throat a humiliating gift that drenches him in submission. But the true climax comes at the end when I demote him to the role of human toilet compelling him to accept my final offering with complete devotion. What a perfect start to the day for him steeped in humiliation and the privilege of serving his Mistress in every conceivable way.

CLEAN WC & EAT SHIT -hd

I've finally decided to release this pathetic human scum from his cage, still locked in the chastity belt that keeps him firmly under my control. Its time for him to earn his keep. I drag him to the bathroom by his leash, like the dog he is, and order him to clean my toilet with his tongue, ensuring every inch sparkles under my scrutiny. As he licks with desperate devotion, I press my foot on his head, pinning him against the cold porcelain, and with a scornful smirk, I flush the toilet, letting the water cascade over his face. Once hes done with the bathroom, I haul him back to my dungeon, where another task awaits: he must polish the soles of my shoes with his tongue, scrubbing away every speck of dirt in total humiliation.To my surprise, he performs adequately, so I decide to reward him with his meal. I prepare a revolting mix of wet dog food, laced with my urine and a generous portion of my shit. A true feast for a worm like him. Its his first time facing such a delicacy, and when he leans in to sniff it, his face twists in disgust. Hesitantly, he tastes a bit, but quickly begs for mercy, whimpering that he cant stomach it. No problem. Disobedience has consequences. I punish him with twenty sharp lashes, each strike drawing moans and making him regret rejecting his meal. Still, considering hes forked over more than 10000 euros to me in the past week, I choose to be merciful. I grant him the rare privilege of jerking off, but only while my divine ass rests on his face, smothering him with the weight of my supremacy. Its a reward that humiliates and exalts him at once, a reminder of his utter submission to my will.

PEE DRINKER -hd

Short video excerpt from one of my sessions, focused on pissing and foot worship.

JERK OFF WHILE I PISS! -hd

Today I have two human toilets at my disposal ready to bend to my every whim. I order them to lie on the floor their bodies exposed under my unrelenting gaze. Standing over them my heels clicking sharply I survey them with a cruel smile. "Jerk yourselves off" I command my voice cutting as I let a warm stream hit their cocks marking them with my dominance. "But dont you dare cum" I add laughing the sound echoing in the room.Their dicks wet and throbbing move under their trembling hands my liquid glistening on their skin. I watch them squirm caught between pleasure and humiliation their torment fueling my amusement. "Pathetic" I hiss arms crossed. "Dont you dare disobey."They continue desperate but neither dares to climax knowing the punishment would be worse. "Good little toilets" I say with a mocking smirk turning to leave my heels ringing out. "Keep that fire in check or next time Ill really burn you haha!"

HE ATE IT ALL! -hd

Each morning upon awakening I indulge in my cherished ritual: a fragrant cup of coffee, a cigarette, and a moment of serene solitude as I peruse my phone. As is my custom I have at my disposal a devoted servant ever ready to fulfill my needs with unwavering dedication. This morning however his performance surpassed all my expectations.Seated gracefully upon my specially crafted chair with him humbly positioned beneath me I immerse myself in the contents of my screen paying him no mind. His role is unequivocal: to keep his mouth precisely aligned prepared to receive my offering with utmost reverence ensuring not a single morsel goes to waste. I must confess his execution today was nothing short of impeccable. Now thoroughly satisfied I am poised to embark upon my day with renewed vigor.

STARLIT DINNER -hd

Last night my friend and I treated ourselves to an exquisite dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant indulging in pure luxury. Over our lavish meal we decided to tease you with a little talk about our caviar. Mine soft and almost silky is the result of a night of oysters and raw fish which stirred my stomach just enough to give it a unique texture. My friend on the other hand savored a decadent truffle-crusted filet producing a caviar with a firmer more robust consistency a perfect contrast. We couldnt stop giggling at the thought of your reaction to this. So tell me when are you going to treat us to a starred dining experience worthy of our tastes. You wouldnt dare keep us waiting would you?

998 GRAMS -hd

This morning Im absolutely brimming an unstoppable urge pressing within me my caviar cant wait any longer. Sensing that todays output will be exceptional Ive already set up a scale to indulge my curiosity. I collect it in a transparent container the texture is flawless the aroma bold. With a mix of anticipation and satisfaction I weigh my creation 956 grams A truly impressive result that leaves me thoroughly pleased. Im ready to package it up and send it your way but just as Im about to a sudden cramp catches me off guard. I need to go again.I return to the container and after another moment of release I weigh my gift once more the total climbs to 998 grams practically a kilo Im ecstatic emptied fulfilled and proud of this masterpiece. Now I can prepare your package a full kilo of pure perfection ready to be shipped.

30 MINUTES LATE -hd

Its a quiet Sunday morning and as is my tradition Ive summoned my slaves to film videos that showcase my absolute dominance. Im lounging comfortably on my throne dressed in a sleek black leather bodysuit that clings to every curve radiating power and allure. My high heels gleam under the light and the air hums with my authority. I glance at the clock its 930 and the slave scheduled for today is already half an hour late. Punctuality is non-negotiable and this lapse will come with a price.A timid knock breaks my reverie. Enter I call out my voice sharp and commanding. The slave shuffles in head bowed his face etched with guilt. I fix him with a disdainful stare a sly smile curling my lips as the bodysuit accentuates my commanding presence. Half an hour late I say my tone dripping with mockery. Care to explain He mumbles apologies but theyre far too late to matter. Youll make up for it I declare my smile widening with wicked intent.A sudden twinge in my stomach sparks an idea a perfect humiliating punishment for this worm. What better way to mark his failure than to make him my personal toilet Lie down I say gesturing to the floor with a dismissive flick of my hand. He hesitates eyes wide murmuring that its his first time. And why should that matter I retort chuckling. Mistakes have consequences and youll embrace yours.First I decide to tease him into his role. Kneel behind me I instruct easing the bodysuit aside to reveal my anus. Use your tongue and tell me what you sense. He trembles as he complies his hesitant tongue exploring with nervous reverence. Well Can you feel my caviar ready to emerge I taunt savoring his discomfort and my complete control.Pleased I position myself above him as he lies on the cold floor. I keep my sky-high heels on their click echoing as I balance on the footrests of my throne for stability. The bodysuit hugs my form amplifying the intensity of the moment. Open your mouth I say my voice laced with authority. Receive my gift. With a smirk I release a soft abundant load into his waiting mouth laced with remnants of last nights tomatoes and corn. Quite the delicacy isnt it I laugh watching his reaction with amusement.I slip on glossy black latex gloves their sheen adding to my commanding aura and gesture for him to savor the experience. Notice the bits of corn and tomato A special treat just for you I tease giggling at his predicament. The scene is utterly entertaining. I leave him there lying on the floor relishing my divine offering his face a mix of awe and humiliation. For his first time as a human toilet hes managing quite well.To complete his service I grace him with my golden champagne a generous stream of piss to wash down his experience cementing his submission. What a perfect way to start a Sunday with this worm humbled beneath my power the bodysuit gleaming as I reign supreme.

PLOT TWIST -hd

Were six Mistresses gathered on a sprawling open terrace the sun blazing down scorching the air and casting harsh shadows. At the center seated on a patch of synthetic grass that prickles his skin is our slave a pathetic worm his eyes wide with dread and submission. Our laughter cuts through the heat our heels clicking on the terrace floor like a warning drumbeat. The plan was simple at first wed each relieve ourselves some just to piss others perhaps for more. Open your mouth and take it all you filthy thing I command my voice sharp as a blade. The first of us rises lifts her skirt and unleashes a hot golden stream onto his upturned face. Seated there trembling on the fake grass he swallows every drop his body quaking under our amused gazes the sun baking his exposed skin.But plans shift and fast. One of us her lips curling into a wicked smirk announces Its not just my bladder acting up. Our laughter erupts cruel and unrelenting as the slave realizes the fate awaiting him. Whats that you miserable insect You wont please her I taunt watching him squirm on the synthetic turf his gaze darting to the cloudless sky as if it could save him. No mercy for him. The Mistress positions herself above his face ignoring his choked pleas and without hesitation she lets go defecating directly into his open mouth. The strangled sound he makes a mix of disgust and defeat fuels our cackling. Dont waste a bit one of us hisses nudging his side with the tip of her heel as he broken and humiliated complies under the merciless sun.

THE MASTER' S TRIAL -hd

The six of us, five Mistresses and one Master are sprawled across elegant sunbeds on a sun-drenched terrace basking in the warm summer breeze that dances over our skin. The city skyline glimmers in the distance but our focus is on the two submissives lying on the heated tiles at our feet awaiting our every whim. As some of us smoke cigarettes tendrils of smoke curling lazily into the air one Mistress rises with a wicked grin. She approaches a submissive and with a deliberate stance releases a warm stream over him. But her aim falters and the liquid splashes onto the Masters polished combat boots sparking a flash of fury in his eyes beneath his sunglasses.Clean up this disgrace the Master roars pointing to his stained boots. The two submissives scramble to their knees tongues grazing the damp leather as we burst into laughter lounging comfortably in the sun amused by their fervor. Our cigarettes glow in our hands and with a smirk we decide to make the moment even more unforgettable. Their exposed rears poised in their submissive stance become our makeshift ashtrays with a flick we tap ash onto their skin chuckling as they continue their task without a word the golden sunlight glinting off the scene.Not satisfied we order them to remove the Masters boots revealing his feet. Show your devotion we command sipping cool drinks as they kneel on the warm tiles and begin to worship his feet with almost comical dedication. Our laughter echoes across the terrace a chorus of delight underscoring our absolute control. Every move they make is a performance and we reclining on our sunbeds under the blazing sun savor the spectacle knowing theyll return eager to submit to our games again.

MASTER WANTS TO PEE -hd

We are four Mistresses and one Master comfortably seated on the big couch when we call a slave to come and clean our feet. As soon as he starts moving we immediately understand that he is completely useless. His clumsy and slow movements make us laugh and exchange mocking glances.Suddenly I feel the strong need to piss. Without saying a word I stand up slightly open my legs and start releasing a powerful warm stream directly on him. The slave freezes in shock as the piss hits his chest and face. The others immediately follow my example. One after another the other Mistresses and the Master join in pissing all over his body. One Mistress positions herself right above his face and fills his mouth with her golden stream ordering him to swallow.In a few seconds the slave is completely drenched in our piss from head to toe. The floor around him is also soaked. Laughing loudly we order him to take off his t-shirt and use it to clean up all the remaining piss on the floor. Once he has mopped everything up we make him wring the soaked t-shirt over his own head letting all the warm liquid fall back on him while we laugh uncontrollably.What a pathetic useless slave. This evening has been full of laughs and fun at his expense.

A SUNNY DAY -hd

What a sunny day today My three friends and I are on the terrace lounging on comfy sunbeds under the warm sun the blue sky reflecting in our sunglasses. Amid chatter and laughter the mood is relaxed but with a hint of mischief. Suddenly we all need to pee at the same time. Should we go downstairs to the bathroom one of us suggests but the boldest friend bursts out laughing Why bother Weve got our human toilet right here ready for our pee and moreGiggling we approach our human toilet lying on a mat in the middle of the terrace waiting for our game. One by one with a mix of amusement and provocation we pee in his mouth making sure he doesnt waste a single drop. The sound of the stream hitting his mouth blends with our laughter as the sun keeps warming our skin. The air fills with a sharp smell but no one cares the games too thrilling. Then to our surprise another friend with a shy smirk admits Girls Ive got something else coming We burst into louder laughter. Without hesitation she positions herself over him and with a bold move lets it go right into his mouth amid our gasps and cheers.Satisfied we walk back to our sunbeds to enjoy the rest of the sunny day. We leave him there lying on the mat with a few flies already buzzing around as we laugh and carry on with our wild day.

URINAL & PAPERHODER -hd

Its a hot sunny afternoon and my five mistress friends and I are on the terrace having fun with our two slaves. The air is filled with laughter and teasing the blue sky above us and a light breeze brushing our skin. Suddenly two of us feel an urgent need to pee. Without hesitation one of the girls steps over the first slave lying on the ground like a human urinal and lets a stream flow straight into his mouth a sly smile on her face. He obeys taking every drop without wasting any.Meanwhile the other slave kneeling nearby serves as a human paperholder carefully holding the toilet paper for the mistresses to wipe themselves thoroughly after their turn. The used paper is tossed into his mouth without a second thought amid our giggles. The other three mistresses who dont need to pee right now dont sit idle they use the first slave as a spittoon filling his mouth with saliva while hes still getting peed on by the other two. The atmosphere is electric with our laughter mixing with the sharp smell in the air.Satisfied we decide the games just getting started. With a mischievous grin we gear up for the next little game leaving the two slaves there ready for our next whim.

SUNNY HUMAN TOILET -hd

Its a scorching afternoon and my two mistress friends and I are lounging on the terrace sprawled on sunbeds under a blazing sun the bright blue sky glinting off our sunglasses. Amid laughter and naughty banter the mood is electric ripe for one of our favorite games. Suddenly we all feel an urgent need to pee. With a sly grin we order one of our slaves always ready and waiting around the terrace to lie on the ground. He obeys becoming our human toilet.I go first I position myself over him and let loose a strong stream of pee right into his mouth. He swallows every drop as our giggles fill the air. My friends though dont stop at pee. With wicked smirks they take turns over him dropping solid gifts into his mouth without warning. Eat it they command and he complies his grimaces sparking even louder laughter from us. The sharp smell rises but were too caught up in the fun to care.Done with the game we tell him to get lost Clear out we shout still chuckling. He scrambles away and we settle back on our sunbeds basking in the sun ready to enjoy the rest of our wild carefree afternoon.

PISSING PARTY -hd

Its a scorching afternoon and my four mistress friends and I are in the garden lounging under a blazing sun that lights up the clear blue sky. Lying naked on the grass ready to serve are four slaves our human toilets waiting for our divine nectar. The air buzzes with excitement and laughter as we gear up for our favorite game.We start taking turns positioning ourselves over them with sly grins. The first slave as soon as he senses Im about to let a stream of pee into his mouth gets an obvious reaction his cock shoots up hard as marble betraying his pleasure. We laugh loudly teasing him Look how much he loves it Not all are so responsive though. One of my friends toys with another slave pressing her pussy right onto his face but he doesnt react staying still as an object. And thats how it should be theyre not here to feel pleasure or move. They exist only to serve to catch every drop we choose to give.One by one we shower them with our nectar aiming for their mouths as the sound of the streams mixes with our laughter and the heat of the sun on our skin. The sharp smell fills the air but the thrill of the game makes us oblivious. Satisfied we step away leaving the four slaves there sprawled on the grass soaked and humiliated while we return to enjoying our afternoon of dominance and fun under the blue sky.

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.

HUMAN WC -FIRST TIME -hd

This morning the urge hits me hard and the bathroom is occupied. I cant hold it any longer. I call my slave over. He has never been used as a toilet before but I dont care. I have to go somewhere and his face and mouth will do just fine.I push him down on the floor and sit on his face. Without wasting time I start releasing a strong stream of pee straight into his open mouth. He coughs and struggles a little but stays in place while I empty my bladder completely. The warm liquid overflows and runs down his cheeks and neck.Since its his first time I decide to be generous. I dont get him to eat anything solid yet. I just use him as my personal urinal and leave him there soaked and shocked. Little by little though he will learn to take everything. Today was only the beginning.

TOILET AUDITION -hd

I am comfortably seated on my elegant burgundy leather sofa, its smooth surface amplifying my commanding presence, ready for today's casting session for my scat videos. I am on the hunt for true human toilets willing to receive and swallow my caviar without hesitation. Typically, my personal slave handles the auditions, and today he has outdone himself with a sadistic twist: he has prepped the candidate by strapping him into a straitjacket, making his task deliberately more challenging. After eight years in my service, he has learned to orchestrate these games with flair, and I cannot help but smirk at his ingenuity.The candidate enters, and I order him to kneel before me, eyeing him with a cold smile. "This will not be easy," I say, gesturing to the straitjacket binding his arms. "Yesterday, I was not careful with my diet. I dined at an ethnic restaurant, spicy food and all, so I cannot guarantee the consistency of my caviar. But a true human toilet does not fuss over texture, smell, or taste. Your job is to receive and swallow. Understood?" He nods firmly: "No problem, I will not disappoint you, whatever the consistency." His determination impresses me, but words are cheap. Time to see action.I have him lean closer to familiarize himself with my scent, a first test of his devotion. Then, I instruct him to lie on the floor and open his mouth. Positioning myself above him, I release a small sample to let him adjust to the taste. The texture is particularly creamy, trickier to handle, but he tries hard to please me, swallowing the first bite with visible effort. Pleased with his attempt, I up the ante, releasing a far more generous portion. He struggles to keep up, faltering slightly. With a stern tone, I urge him on. A few firm taps on his stomach snap him back into rhythm, and he persists, though with difficulty.

Acknowledging the sheer volume, I decide to grant him a brief reprieve, but not without a reward for his effort. I take some of the remaining caviar and, with a slow, deliberate motion, smear it onto his member, using it as a substitute for lubricant. Not yet satisfied, I release another gift directly onto his member, heightening the game. I begin a tease and denial, teasing him with calculated touches as he continues to chew, his breathing growing ragged. With the caviar coating his member, I guide him to a ruined orgasm, orchestrated precisely to maintain my absolute control. He collapses, exhausted, onto the floor.I rise, observing him with a detached smile. "I will let you know if you are suitable for my videos," I say, stepping away from the burgundy sofa. "But I am looking for true toilets who do not leave a single crumb." I doubt he has made the cut, but his effort was intriguing.

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.

CREAMY SOUP & HOT TEA -hd

Segregated in the cage for the whole night, it is time for breakfast for this slave. I arrive in the room, sit down and light a cigarette, asking him how his night in the cage went. Of course he serves as my ashtray. Then I take off my panties and tie them around his cock and balls. Now it is time for breakfast. I feel that this morning it is really liquid. Yesterday I ate gluten and this morning I expected my caviar to be liquid, but who cares. If he wants to eat, this is the only thing he will eat for days. I take a transparent tub and empty myself well. It is really liquid, almost like water, haha, it looks like a creamy soup. I take the little spoon and start feeding him. He is really hungry because he finishes everything. To quench his thirst I take a glass and piss in it, then I put a straw in it and give it to him. He drinks it all. I leave and see you at lunch, haha.

CAME FOR MY CAVIAR -hd

Last night, I called my slave, who lives 300 kilometers away, to surprise him today. He has no clue what is coming. When he walks in, I can see he is already exhausted, his face etched with fatigue from the nearly four-hour bus ride, but I could not 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. "You will 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 he is 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. "What is wrong?" I ask, feigning innocence."Mistress," he stammers, his voice trembling, "I did not 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. "That is 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 do not 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 gets down a small amount. "It is 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, "let us 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 he is 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. "I am 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. "You have disappointed me."

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.

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!

NO BRAKFAST CONSEQUENCES -hd

Today is Sunday, my sacred day for filming. I keep it free to create fresh, exclusive content, and one of my slaves had a simple task: bring me breakfast. Instead, he shows up late, empty-handed, looking like a beaten dog. I pin him with a stare sharp enough to cut glass. "Where is my breakfast?" I demand, my voice low and laced with menace. He mumbles, pathetic, "I did not have time." Oh, really? I tilt my head, a cruel smile curling my lips. "And you, did you eat?" He nods, unable to meet my eyes. So, he found time for his breakfast, but not for mine. Big mistake."Fine," I say, my voice chilling the air. "Today, you are getting a double breakfast. A very... special one." He knows what is coming. No choice. With a sharp gesture, I order him to lie on the floor, and he obeys, head bowed, like the loyal servant he is. I position myself over his mouth, my body commanding the scene, and serve him his breakfast straight from the source - my asshole, as I call it, laughing. "Eat it all," I command. "Or we move to Plan B." I do not tell him what it is, but my tone promises trouble.I scoop the "result" from his face and pile it into a transparent bowl. Settling onto my purple velvet couch - my throne - I start feeding him with my hands, shoving small clumps of "caviar" into his mouth. He coughs, gags, his face twisted in disgust, but I do not flinch. "Swallow," I order, my voice hard as steel. "I do not care if you like it." We go on like this for about twenty minutes, but when I see he has only managed half, my patience snaps. Time for Plan B.I take the remaining "caviar" and, without hesitation, start stuffing it into his ass, pushing it in with a dildo. He is a virgin, and every whimper only fuels my amusement. "Not enjoying it, are you?" I taunt, my voice dripping with mockery. But I am not done. As I keep working him, I feel an urge. I shift over his back and let a hot stream of piss flow, sliding down his skin, mixing with the mess I have made, pooling around his ass. "Stuffed with shit everywhere," I laugh, my voice echoing in the room. "Mouth, ass, you are a wreck."I step back, looking down at him - broken, humiliated, a trembling mess at my feet. "Clean up this filth," I command, my tone leaving no room for argument, "and go get my breakfast. Now." I walk away, leaving him sprawled on the floor, a pathetic heap of submission, while I exit the room, regal and untouchable. The filming day has just begun, and I am already in complete control.

YOU STINK! -hd

Today, my friend Mistress and I are primed for a filming day, our sacred time to craft bold, exclusive videos that push every boundary. We are waiting for our slave, who knows he is here to be our plaything. When he arrives, naked and ready to grovel, a sharp, foul stench fills the room like a toxic cloud. I step closer, my heels clicking deliberately on the floor, and pin him with a look of pure disdain. "What is that smell?" I hiss to my friend, my voice dripping with contempt. She nods, a wicked smirk curling her lips. "It is coming from him, is it not?" I confirm, sniffing the air with a grimace. He, eyes downcast, admits he has not showered in two days. Disgusting. A blatant insult to his mistresses."You thought you could show up like this?" I growl, my tone icy and commanding. My friend crosses her arms, her gaze a sharpened blade. "We will clean you ourselves," I declare, and his face pales, but he does not dare speak. With a sharp gesture, I order him to lie on the cold floor, his body exposed and powerless under our control. We exchange a knowing glance, then, with slow, deliberate intent, we slip off our panties. They are soaked with our essence, a heady scent that screams our dominance. We toss them beside him, a trophy of his humiliation. "You will sniff them later," I say with a cruel grin. "First, your bath."My friend positions herself above him, and a hot stream of piss rains down, soaking his filthy skin, his chest, his face. He squirms, but one glare from me pins him in place. "Do not move," I snarl, my voice slicing through the air. Then it is my turn. I lower myself onto his face, my ass enveloping him completely, pressing him into the floor. "Inhale," I command, grinding down. "Breathe in your mistress's scent." He gasps, trembling, as my friend continues to drench him, her laughter ringing out. The room fills with the sound of liquid hitting skin and our mocking chuckles, a symphony of absolute control. The floor is now a glistening puddle, a lake of our liquid scorn. "Surprise," I say, rising from his face, my voice thick with mockery. "Now wash yourself with this." We point to the pool beneath him, our "special soap." "Scrub," my friend orders, her tone brooking no defiance. Humiliated, he starts rubbing himself with our piss, his hands shaking as he tries to please his mistresses. We settle onto our black leather couch, regal and untouchable, watching him degrade himself under our gaze. "Pathetic," I scoff, laughing. "You still reek, but now you know who is in charge.""We are not done," I add, standing with an air of superiority. "Next time, show up clean, or you will regret being born." We walk away, leaving him a drenched, trembling wreck in his puddle, our laughter echoing behind us. The filming day has just begun, and we are the undisputed queens.

OUT OF SERVICE -hd

This morning, after a wild party at my place, I woke up to a disaster: the bathroom is completely clogged, thanks to my guests who went overboard last night. The plumber? Nowhere to be found, as usual. So, I summon my slave, who shows up with that familiar look of submission, already sensing today is going to test his devotion. I point to the bathroom, where a stack of toilet paper stands like a monument to chaos. He gets it instantly, his eyes flickering with a mix of dread and loyalty."Today is your lucky day," I say with a wicked smirk. "Your Mistress needs a very... personal service." I have him lie on the floor while I settle on the couch, legs propped up, fully in command. "Last night is raw fish feast went a bit wild," I warn him, "so brace for something... exceptional." I push, and a creamy masterpiece makes its grand debut. He does not flinch - knows his only purpose is to please me - and his dedication almost makes me chuckle. Almost.I am not done. I light a cigarette, taking a deep drag, and order, "Mouth open. You are my ashtray now." He obeys, trembling slightly as the ash falls precisely into his gaping mouth. Pure bliss. "There is more," I add, and with a fluid motion, I let a warm stream of my golden nectar pour straight into his throat. He swallows every drop of my precious gift without hesitation, and I laugh. "See? You were made for this." The cigarette sparks another urge, so I treat him to one final "offering." A couple more pushes, with him lying there, mouth open like a sacred altar, and I am finally empty and utterly satisfied."Well done, slave," I say, stubbing out the cigarette. "Stay on standby. If the plumber keeps ghosting, you know who I am calling." I dismiss him with a regal wave, and he slinks off, still marked by my essence. Me? I feel like a Goddess.

PISSING ON THE TERRACE -hd

We decide to spare the house: bathroom occupied, bladders full. One minute on the terrace, November air sharp enough to dry anything. My friend and I drag the slave by his collar and drop him flat on the fake-grass mat. Supine, wrists tied wide, ankles spread, black briefs yanked to mid-thigh. The plastic blades scratch his back; he is already shivering. "Sniff," we order. I lower first: ass on his nose, pussy sealing his mouth. His tongue darts, frantic. My friend straddles his chest and unleashes: a hot golden jet that hits his sternum, streams over nipples, pools in his navel, then spills straight onto his cock and balls. He breathes me in deeper while his shaft stiffens under our warm rain. Switch. She plants herself on his face; her scent floods him. I aim: a steady ribbon that starts on his pecs, washes every ridge, finishes soaking his cock until it glistens and twitches. Two more quick rounds, four targeted showers, every drop landing on chest and cock. The mat gleams like a puddle of tea; he reeks of us from ribs to thighs. "Perfect," I say, tugging his ear. We step inside, door locked, heat on full. He stays sprawled on the fake lawn, chest and cock steaming in the cold, piss dripping slow. Wind dries the streaks into shiny trails. And he is grinning, the idiot. Tomorrow the bathroom will be occupied again.

AFTER JOGGING -hd

Like every morning, I woke up at 6 a.m. sharp and kicked off my day with a solid hour of jogging. As soon as I got back, I did not bother with a shower - why would I, when my personal slave is there to give me a thorough, tongue-powered cleaning? He starts with my sweaty armpits, then moves down to my feet, and finally buries his face in my ass, licking up every salty drop from the run.While he is cleaning my crack, I feel a strange rumble in my stomach. Jogging always does that to me - especially when I have not gone right after waking up. I order my slave to lie down flat on the floor. He knows exactly what is coming. When I say personal slave, I also mean personal toilet, haha."Open wide," I command. "Your divine caviar is on its way." I squat over him and deliver a perfectly medium-consistency load straight into his mouth. I sit beside him, using my foot to scoop up any stray pieces from his face and shove them right back in - straight from my sole to his tongue. Of course, I wash it all down with a generous stream of spit and piss. Would not want him getting thirsty, now would I?I stand up, leaving him there with his face buried in the leftover mess on the floor. "Clean every last bit before I get back," I say as I walk away. My waste does not go to waste.

OLYMPIAN GODDESS TOILET -hd

Today I am draped head-to-toe in white like an Olympian goddess, throne gleaming beneath me. I summon my slave. He stumbles in standing - idiot. "On your knees, worm." One glare and he drops. I settle on the throne, extend a leg. "Lick the soles." He crawls, tongue licking every speck of street dust from my pristine heels. I rise, order him flat on the footrest. Nature calls. Fishnet stockings hug my thighs; I tear a perfect hole at the crotch, spread wide, hover inches above his upturned face. "Open." First load is stubborn - dense, compact. I bear down, grunting like a goddess in labor. Plop. A thick log slides out, filling his mouth to the brim. He chews, swallows, eyes watering with gratitude. I spin, back to him, squat again. "Wider." Another firm chunk emerges, but a stubborn tail clings to my divine hole. "Tongue it clean." He laps, pulls the last bit free, gulps it down. I rinse the meal with a golden stream - salty, endless - helping the hard mass slide. He has devoured every crumb. Time for his "reward." I stroke him to the edge, then ruin it - weak spurts dribbling onto his belly, laughter echoing. One last glob of soft shit lies on the floor like forgotten clay. I scoop it bare-handed, shove it between his lips. "Finish your plate." I glide away in white perfection. "Clean the throne, toilet. Not that anything is left." Nothing wasted. Nothing.

EAT OFF MY FEET -hd

This morning my belly is insanely bloated. Yesterday I overdid it with chia, flax seeds, beans - everything that ferments and presses for hours. The urge is building, warm and heavy, and I smile to myself because I know exactly where it is going. Not in the toilet, obviously. I have got a brand-new worm, fresh arrival, and today I break him in properly.He comes in, drops to his knees without a word. Kisses the soles of my bare feet one by one with pathetic devotion, then licks them clean, collecting every trace of dust and dried sweat. I am sprawled on the couch, phone in hand, barely glancing at him.You know what is coming today, pig? I say in a flat tone, eyes on the screen. Your tongue is going to be my toilet paper. But do not worry - I am not shitting in your mouth... not yet. I want to keep that mouth clean for later. So I am dumping it all over you: on your bare stomach, your chest. That way you can lick my ass afterward without your mouth already stinking of shit.I see him tremble, eyes wide, cock straining in his pants. He knows there is no escape.Shirt off. Lie down on the floor.He obeys instantly. Pale chest, nipples already hard from nerves. I straddle his face first.Lick my hole. Open it up properly. Push in deep, swirl, get it wet. Show me how much you want this.His warm tongue slides in - slow at first, then eager. Circles the rim, presses, loosens me bit by bit. The pressure is massive now, ready to burst.I stand up, squat over his stomach, thighs wide, ass hovering just above his skin. I stare straight into his eyes, slow cruel smile.Watch me turn you into my personal toilet.I push. Then the load comes: big, heavy, lands with a wet thud across his chest. His eyes bulge; he knows he is eating every single bit.Look how much I saved just for you... I ate extra yesterday on purpose.I sit back on the couch, bare feet now carrying a few streaks.Now clean my ass. Lick up everything still stuck there.I turn, plant my dirty hole right onto his face. He starts licking frantically: gathering the soft, earthy, bitter remnants. Tongue digs deep, swirls, sucks, swallows. I grind back and forth, using his face like living toilet paper until my hole feels smooth and nearly clean.Good... now the main course.With my feet I scoop a thick piece from his chest - warm, soft but firm. I bring it to his open mouth using my big toe and second toe.Open wide. Eat from my foot, pig.I push the bite between his lips. He chews slowly, swallows with grimaces of disgust. I keep going: another chunk, I mash it lightly under my sole to soften it, rest it on his tongue.Lick my toes after every bite. Taste me mixed with your meal.I rub my dirty soles over his tongue, cheeks, lips. Shove each toe into his mouth one by one while he swallows. Piece by piece I feed him this way until his chest is almost clean. I make him lick the last streaks straight off my feet.All gone... good puppy.He is panting, hard despite the revulsion.You earned a reward. An orgasm... ruined, as always.I plant one foot on his cock, rub slowly to the edge... then pull away sharply. He whimpers desperately, body shaking, no release.Tomorrow we will see where I dump next... maybe all over your face. Or straight in your mouth. Depends how good you are at cleaning me tonight.

JERK OFF WITH MY CAVIAR IN YOUR MOUTH! -hd

I m looking for a JOI - Scat POV style video if I was your human toilet lying below you and looking at your ass above me. The dream would be for your creamy shit to rain down on my face and to be made to swallow it. Giving the humiliation and the control you have and myself being addicted to your scat videos.P.s Dear fan of mine, I changed the plot a little to suit my taste. If you want exactly what you asked for, you ll have to order more custom videos. Otherwise, how are you going to get addicted to my clips? Who knows, maybe the next custom video request will be the one that finally does it for you. haha.

BIRTHDAY CAKE -hd

Today is my slave's birthday, and honestly, I completely forgot about it. He is not exactly important enough for me to remember his birthday, that is for sure! Still, I am pretty sure it is today. I call him while he is washing dishes in the kitchen, and in a flash, he comes crawling on all fours. I ask him if it is true that today is his birthday, and he nods, looking like a loyal dog. Well, since it is his special day, I decide to be generous for once.I let him kiss my shoes, just for kicks, and then I tell him, I did not order a cake for you, but do not worry, I have got a special idea. I grab a candle and wave it in front of his eyes. The poor fool probably thinks I baked him a cake myself. What an idiot! A cake made by me, sure, I laugh, but in a... very unique way.I make him lie on the floor, and since it is his birthday, I grant him the privilege of licking my ass, thinking about the cake he is about to receive. I do not waste time: I order him to open his mouth wide, and I start shitting right into it. There it is, that is my cake for him! It is so much that it fills his mouth and covers his face. I take the candle, place it on top of the masterpiece, light it, and start singing Happy Birthday while laughing my head off.But it does not end there: a cake is meant to be eaten, right? I did not go through all this effort for nothing! I sit next to him and give him plenty of time to savor it. But this moron does not seem to appreciate my divine creation and starts vomiting half of what he has eaten. How ungrateful! I get pissed, grab him, and rub his face in his own shit and vomit. You do not waste a single bit of the Mistress's cake! I yell before walking away, leaving him there with strict orders to finish every last bit before I return. The Mistress's divine cake is never wasted, got it?

SPINACH CURE TREATMENT -hd

Today I slip into the role of the doctor: a classic white coat, unbuttoned just enough down the front, and soft white slippers that barely make a sound on the studio floor.At two o'clock sharp, Marco walks in. I take him in at a glance: dull eyes, grayish skin, pale nails, and when he sticks out his tongue it is completely washed out. Last night, after checking my schedule and seeing his name, I ate nothing but an enormous amount of spinach. All that iron is already inside me, transformed and ready for him.I invite him to sit, listen to his complaints - the constant dizziness, the bloated belly, the sharp pains, the erections that just will not happen anymore - then reach for my stethoscope. I open his shirt and press the cold diaphragm to his chest. His heart beats slow and a little irregular; his lungs sound weak, like even breathing takes effort. I nod with a knowing smile, then have him lie back on the exam table. I palpate his tense, hard abdomen, pressing gently to feel how distended it is, then slide my hands lower to check circulation. His breathing quickens; he knows the real treatment is about to start.I help him off the table and point to the floor. He lowers himself onto the soft rug beside the table, lying flat on his back with his head tilted slightly backward. I pull the low white chair right up to his face, sit down, turn my back to him, and lift the hem of my coat.Open wide, darling, I murmur in a low, warm voice. The magic medicine is coming straight from the source.I push gently and release everything directly into his waiting mouth. Today it is a real mountain - green, soft, steaming, sweet with transformed spinach. He swallows steadily, gulp after gulp, as the warm mass fills his mouth and slides down his throat. He takes in at least half of it, licking his lips between breaths.Then I rise just enough to straddle his face. I start urinating slowly, aiming right into his still-open mouth. He drinks greedily, swallowing every drop of the warm, sweet nectar I give him, while the overflow trickles down his neck and chest. Whatever spills I direct onto his swollen belly and his cock, which immediately begins to harden under the golden stream.With the leftover green medicine I coat his body like thick curative mud: over his abdomen, down his thighs, along his shaft, massaging it in slowly so it soaks into his skin and starts deflating the bloat. I watch him relax, color creeping back into his cheeks, his erection growing firm and insistent under my hands.I spread his legs wider, settle his arms at his sides, and leave him there, perfectly still on the floor, for exactly fifteen minutes so the cure can work deep inside and out.I slip out of the room without hurry, close the door, and smile to myself. When I come back I will walk him to the warm shower, wash everything away, and watch him leave completely reborn. And I will remind him that this treatment needs to be repeated at least once a month if he wants to stay this way.

LUDOVICA LUXURY -WASTED CAVIAR -hd

This morning, as usual, one of my personal human toilets had an appointment at 9:30 sharp. He was already waiting, trembling, counting the seconds like the pathetic worm he is. Too bad I didnt feel great last night and decided to stay curled up in bed, warm and lazy, letting everything build up nice and heavy inside me. At 9:28 I sent him a single text: Canceled today, loser. Stay hungry. I could almost hear him whimper through the phone. By noon I finally felt perfect: bloated, full, deliciously cruel. I turned on the camera, got into position with the nastiest smile, and let it all out, slow and indulgent. Thick, rich, impossibly soft and creamy, one of the most gorgeous loads Ive dropped in weeks. It slid out in a single long, smooth coil, warm and fragrant, piling up like the creamiest chocolate gelato youve ever seen, glossy and steaming. I zoomed right in so he could worship every detail: the flawless texture, the tiny air pockets, the way it glistened. Then I blew him a kiss and ended the clip with this caption: This is what you missed this morning, toilet. Next time Im in a generous mood Ill scoop it into a pretty little bowl, stick a spoon in it, and make you eat your special gelato while I film every single swallow. Be grateful I even think about you. Hes already replied with a flood of crying emojis and Thank you Mistress, please please please. Pathetic. Absolutely deliciously pathetic.

SHIT ICE CREAM CONE -hd

This morning the heat is fucking unbearable. The dungeon AC is dead and the air is heavy, humid, disgusting. Hes kneeling in the center of the room like the obedient little worm he is, wearing nothing but a filthy black t-shirt, hands behind his back, head bowed. I grab a vanilla ice cream cone from the freezer and sit on the edge of the BDSM bed. I lick it slowly, teasingly, letting him stare. His stomach growls so loud its pathetic. His eyes beg. I finish it, chew the last mouthful, and spit the warm mush straight into his open mouth. He gags but swallows. Then I crush the waffle scraps under my heel. Lick my foot clean. I smear the sticky mess across his tongue and face until hes licked every crumb off my sole. Time for his real dessert. I go grab an empty waffle cone and come back. Hold it up, right under my asshole. Trembling, he lifts it. I climb onto the bed frame, spread my legs wide, and shit a thick, soft load right into the cone, warm, steaming, overflowing the edges. I step down, look at the perfect turd-cone in his shaking hands, and smile. Lie down on your back. Mouth open. He drops flat instantly. I straddle his face, squat low, and unleash a long, hot stream of piss straight into his mouth. It fills up fast; he gulps frantically, choking, trying not to spill a drop while I keep going until hes drowning in it. When Im done, a little puddle still sits on his tongue. Swallow the last of it. He does, coughing and crying. Back on your knees. He scrambles up, dripping, the shit-cone still in his hands. Now eat your ice cream, toilet. Every bite. Slow and grateful. He brings the cone to his lips, gagging at the smell, and starts licking and chewing the warm shit like its the best thing hes ever tasted. Tears roll down his face. After a few revolting mouthfuls he starts shaking, retching, begging with his eyes. I grab his hair, yank his head back hard, and ram the remaining shit-filled cone deep down his throat in one brutal thrust. He explodes instantly: vomit, piss, shit, ice cream, everything spewing out around the cone in a disgusting flood all over the floor. I shove him face-first into the stinking puddle and grind his head in it. Lick it all up. Every fucking drop. When I come back this floor better be spotless and your belly full of my waste and your own puke. If I find one smear left, Ill hose you down with the enema bag and make you drink that too. I walk out, lock the door, and let the heat and the stench do the rest.

SHIT FOR NO GIFT -hd

Today Im sitting on the bed all excited, waiting for my slave because hes supposed to bring me my birthday present. He walks into the room all casual, doesnt say anything, doesnt do anything, just stands there like an idiot. I ask him: Do you know what day it is today? Him: Tuesday, Mistress. No, you moron! What day is it really? Dunno, Mistress, is there something special? Its my birthday, you idiot! How the fuck did you forget?! I get super pissed, grab him, throw him on the bed face down and start slapping his ass hard, first with my hands, then I grab the paddle and really make him feel it until he starts crying. But thats not enough, forgetting your Mistresss birthday is serious shit. I flip him over on his back, pry his mouth open and shit a big hot creamy load right inside. Eat it all, no excuses today, swallow every last bit! Then I give him my warm piss to help wash it down. But I still need to go more, so I give him round two, same huge amount of shit straight into his mouth. He starts gagging, eyes watering, but hed better not puke, he really fucked up this time! After all that mountain of shit he had to eat, he finally gets the lesson. I tell him: Get my birthday tattooed on you, otherwise next time Ill call everyone in the building to take turns shitting in your mouth one after another, haha! And him, mouth still dirty, nods his head terrified. Happy birthday to Me!

5 STAR TOILET -hd

Today my Mistress friend visits me in my Florentine dungeon - stone walls, iron chains, the scent of leather and fear. I introduce my sewer-slave: already flat on the floor, mouth gaping like a ready toilet. House specialty, I grin. He eats shit in every texture, color, and aroma. Drinks piss like fresh water. A real human toilet. Want to test him? I ask. I need to pee, maybe a little extra... I already fed him this morning, but who knows. I straddle his face, inches away. First the stream: golden, perfectly salty, pale yellow, straight down his throat. He gulps, eyes shut, devoted. As I push, the tail-end slips out: one last soft, warm clump. Plop. Just enough for a taste. He chews, swallows, moans in thanks. Her turn. I dont have much, but Im dying to try, she says, excited. She squats, ass taut. Pushes. A hard little pellet drops into his mouth. He crunches it like a nut, swallows. A stubborn bit clings to her hole. I snap on latex gloves, pluck it off, shove it between his lips. Final wipe, toilet. Now the fountain: a powerful arc, flooding his throat like a fire hose. He drinks every drop. Done. A few stray drips on the sheet. Nothing wasted. I slide a straw into the puddle. Suck it off the floor, pig. Last sip. We leave him on all fours, finishing his meal. We exit laughing, satisfied. Five-star review for the human toilet. Next booking confirmed.