Hallo my dear! May be you think Im doing something else but YOU ARE WRONG. Im so busy with my slaves for 24/7 by me in Sardinia and I had NO TIME for you on YEZZ. I just been for a week in Milaan and the day after I come back i make a very BIG TURD. So sorry the clip is in italian, because (you can not see him) i was with an italian slave who do not like people can see him. And because Im very politically correct you can not see him. YOU can see JUST my big turd. MP4
Coming here today was simply to apply for a modelling job, little did these ladies know that they will be subjected to scatting on either of them, whoever chooses to be the face as a toilet bowl gets paid more. Her younger friend who desperately needed the money became the toilet bowl!
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.
A cuckold has to fulfill many tasks for me, especially when it comes to caviar. Thats why Im very curious to see whether this virgin boy can meet my high standards. First of all, he gets to suck the alpha males huge cock hard. The comparison of the two cocks is really funny, a huge pipe and a chunky one, haha. Im really horny for a big hard cock and ride the alpha the way I need it. The young cuckold can kneel next to me and watch us do it together. But he still gets to lick my ass. A cuckold session like this is really cool, a big cock for my pussy and a tongue for my poop hole. Rimming always encourages me to shit and so I get a good load of poo directly on the alpha mans junk while the cock is still in my pussy. And guess who gets to lick this shit afterwards? The young cuckold obviously finds it difficult, he keeps gagging. Well, then Ill have to help a little! I dont want any mess in my rooms, everything will be licked clean by the cuckold, thats his job after all!
The leather mistress, dressed completely in black, moves slowly on the bed with erotic, confident movements. She is in no hurry, as her victim Cosmo is defencelessly fixed in foil and can no longer escape her anyway.She looks deep into his eyes. Her gaze is cold and shows no pity. She demonstrates her power by sticking her fingers in his mouth. It is clear that he will obey. Words are not necessary.The mistress sits down with her ass on the slaves face. He licks the butt hole. She cuts a hole in the film so that he can endure the next step. Just so that only the cock peeks out.Then it starts. Her arse is placed on his mouth again and the mistress simply squeezes. A big sausage of shit comes out and lies menacingly on his mouth. It is too much to pump once and the mistress divides the pile into 2 portions.Next, the pump is attached so that swallowing can be ensured. When most of the first load is down, it is topped up. It is clear to see that Cosmo is reaching his limits. With the help of the vibrator, he is finally granted an orgasm.
We start by smelling my divine body. First the feet then my ass and the sweet pussy … I love it. I find it even hornier when I sit on the faces of my objects and press my pussy and ass on their mouth and nose. But what makes such a session completely perfect is … What do you think? Of course, a nice pile of shit that I then stuff with relish in the slaves mouth …
Im comfortably seated on my elegant burgundy leather sofa, its smooth surface amplifying my commanding presence, ready for todays casting session for my scat videos. Im 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 hes outdone himself with a sadistic twist: hes prepped the candidate by strapping him into a straitjacket, making his task deliberately more challenging. After eight years in my service, hes learned to orchestrate these games with flair, and I cant help but smirk at his ingenuity.The candidate enters, and I order him to kneel before me, eyeing him with a cold smile. This wont be easy, I say, gesturing to the straitjacket binding his arms. Yesterday, I wasnt careful with my dietI dined at an ethnic restaurant, spicy food and all, so I cant guarantee the consistency of my caviar. But a true human toilet doesnt fuss over texture, smell, or taste. Your job is to receive and swallow. Understood? He nods firmly: No problem, I wont disappoint you, whatever the consistency. His determination impresses me, but words are cheaptime 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 ona 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. Ill let you know if youre suitable for my videos, I say, stepping away from the burgundy sofa. But Im looking for true toilets who dont leave a single crumb. I doubt hes made the cut, but his effort was intriguing.
I woke up early for my birthday and decided to go for a nice walk through the wilderness. All of a sudden I feel like i have to fart but nothing happens. I continue walking and now I feel like I need to poop! Im in the middle of this park and my asshole is now burning. Nowhere to go! What do I do? I need to find a spot to squat and shit. I just couldnt hold it in! Thank goodness I pooped! It was sooooo hot you can even see the steam and my left over peas hahaha.
Claire and Yara move to the bed, scantily clad only in straps. Cosmo is lying there, well secured.One bum is nicer and rounder than the other and they stretch their butt holes upwards. Cosmo can hardly decide which one he should stare at.They take it in turns to sit on his face and have their arseholes licked. Claires bum is already a little dirty, which gives Cosmo a little taste of whats to come.First Claire poops a sausage in his mouth, while Yara shows him what he can earn. When the first load is swallowed, Yara also poops in his mouth.Claire makes sure he swallows well and Yara rewards Cosmo with anal sex. The deeper Claire pushes the poo into his mouth, the harder Yara rides his cock until Cosmo is finally allowed to come inside her.
Mistress Melissa, with a sexy white pierced dress, produces a large amount of poop – many feces of little dimension – dropping them directly onto the bidet. Then, she cleans her ass with toilet paper – totally brown – and shows it to the camera, asking you if you are obedient and submissive enough to want to lick her warm shit… probably many of you would answer yes without hesitation in front of the monitor, but the reality is quite different from the imagination: Mistress Melissa doesnt want fake shitlovers, but she needs real ass-licker and pop-eaters for her dungeon!
