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.
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LUDOVICA LUXURY -CANDIDATE FOR SCAT VIDEOS -hd
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.
Post Orgasm ? Shit Feeding ?
Do you know what is the ultimate discipline for toilet slaves? Ill tell you: eating the mistresss shit after the slave has been mercilessly milked to the last drop!This young and well-built slave is allowed to show me today how great his devotion and admiration for me really is. I want to see how his mouth is filled with my poop while his cock is vegetating because he has just cum. After all, almost anyone can eat shit when theyre horny, haha. This here is next level. Im really looking forward to seeing how he performs. I can tell you one thing in advance: the gagging and trembling of the human toilet is much more pronounced than when hes horny. But that makes it all the more fun for me!
Swallowing ? Test Reload ?
After a long time, its finally time for our legendary and merciless excrement swallowing test! Together with Princess Maywa, we prepare our slave to drink our piss and eat our shit. We use a few tools to make sure he does what we want him to do. First, I squeeze his sensitive balls into a humbler and his nipples are fitted with brutal breast clamps. Princess Maywa also uses an electric baton – after all, that never hurt anyone. Will the human toilet slave be able to meet our requirements? I can say one thing in advance: its a pretty dirty affair, in the truest sense of the word. And Maywa and I will definitely immortalize ourselves on our shit-eater!
MISTRESS GAIA – MISTRESSES TOILETS – HD
ENGLISH SPEAKING Today we feed our slaves. Piss but mostly shit at will. They savor it all, who knows if they distinguish which of our asses the gift comes from. They are blinded by the shit, which comes down all the time so much that they cant make it to eat it. A real feast, isnt it? Shit in their mouths, and if it comes out they have to retrieve it and put it back in their mouths . Us around: those who add a spit (its always good,) those who check and tamp down the mount of shit with their gloved hand. They chew, the poor things. Reduced now to what they are: human toilets. The toilets of us masters
Multicolored Filth Feast
Dive into the depraved depths of absolute domination with this exclusive video featuring me, your merciless Mistress, and my four ruthless friends in Italy. Witness our unrelenting power over two pathetic slaves writhing on the floor, while a third kneels in utter submission, reduced to a mere human toilet paper holder. We degrade them with waterfalls of spit into their unworthy mouths, followed by the ultimate act of controlpissing directly into their trembling throats. The true filth begins as we take turns unloading our vile, steaming excrement in a vivid array of colors into their mouths, ****** them to choke down every revolting morsel of our multicolored shit in a grotesque display of obedience. I am being extremely strict to one of the toilets, because I know his weaknesses from previous trainings. He is not good at swallowing shit, but today he will learn to be better! First I give him total verbal humiliation, then I strictly control that he is chewing & eating my shit, with my boot on his balls. The toilet paper we use to wipe our divine asses is shoved under the mask of the kneeling slave, making him inhale the pungent, nauseating stench of our waste. We revel in their misery, laughing hysterically at their disgusting plight and total degradation. This is raw, stomach-churning dominanceperfect for those who crave the most perverse and humiliating acts of submission.
Toilet ? loses control ?
Whats the worst thing that can happen when a mistress goes to the toilet? Right, when the human toilet cant pull itself together and doesnt manage to keep the excrement in its mouth and swallow it down. Princess Maywas and my toilet here do quite well at the beginning, but at some point it seems to be so overwhelmed with the amount of poop that it can no longer control itself. See for yourself!
LUDOVICA LUXURY -FIRST TIME HUMAN WC
Its a lazy morning, and an urgent need hits me: I have to use the bathroom, but its occupied by my husband. With a mischievous smirk, I decide theres no need to wait. I call over a random slave, one of the ones lingering around the house, always ready to serve their Mistress. You, come here! I command, pointing at him with an imperious gesture. He approaches, visibly nervous, and I fix him with a stare that brooks no defiance. Youll be my human toilet now, I declare, relishing the shock that flashes across his face.Its his first time, and he dares to mumble a refusal, but my commanding tone and unyielding smile silence him instantly. He cant say no to me. To tease him further and cement his submission, I decide to offer a tantalizing taste of my power. Come closer, I say, beckoning him to lean toward me. Smell. I allow him to inhale the potent scent of my pussy, still rich with the musky aroma from last night when my husband had me. I havent washed, and the lingering trace of his cum is heady, a mix that leaves him teetering between repulsion and reverence. Like it, dont you, cuckold? I taunt, laughing at his bewildered expression.Pleased with his humiliation, I move to the main event. Lie down, I instruct, gesturing to the floor with a dismissive flick of my hand. He complies, trembling, as I grab a chair and sit on it backward, positioning my ass directly above his face. With a wicked grin, I slowly clench and relax my anus, teasing him, until a copious, soft load of shit lands squarely on his face. The pungent smell fills the air, and his muffled groan draws a chuckle from me. Isnt this a divine privilege? I say, watching him squirm beneath my dominance.Im not done yet. To top it off, I unleash a generous stream of hot piss, drenching his face and mingling with the previous gift, creating a golden pool that marks him as mine. I leave him there, sprawled on the floor, with shit and piss dripping from his face, ****** to contemplate his new reality. Hes become a human toilet, whether he wanted to or not, and my power over him is absolute. Welcome to your new life, I say, rising gracefully and leaving him to reflect on his submission, my triumphant smile lighting up the room.
Poop Pipe – ArtOfScat
This movie is the realization of a scat fantasy that Ive been dreaming about during masturbation or sex for years. Just thinking about it made my clitoris throb with desire. I couldnt wait for the day when my mouth would be full of shit and my face almost completely submerged in excrement.Before we started filming, I asked my girlfriend Nazryana to eat as much as she could so that our plexiglass box would fill up with her waste. She ate tons of vegetables, fruits, muesli, seeds, and cakes for two days beforehand. I had her avoid onion, garlic, legumes, meat, and eggs so that her scat would be delicious when it came out. Her belly was huge!Shooting a movie like this is not easy, but I planned everything in advance. Nazryana stayed overnight at our place so we could start recording as soon as she felt the urge to go to the toilet. Of course, things never happen that easily, so she had to eat even more until she couldnt hold it any longer. We set up a see-through chair with a large hole and attached a special funnel to make it into a makeshift toilet. The funnel was positioned directly above my mouth, which I held open with a dental spreader. My head was enclosed in a sealed plexiglass box, so everything that came out of Nazryanas ass landed right in my wide-open mouth. This setup ****** me to keep swallowing some of the shit and diarrhea continuously.When Nazryana couldnt hold it any longer, she shat a huge load into my mouth. Then she used some of her waste to smear on my body. She went back inside and left me there in that shitty situation while she prepared an enema for herself. Fifteen minutes later, she returned with a belly full of enema fluid, ready to empty her bowels completely into my mouth and the box. Overall, she did three enemas, so I spent two and a half hours on the terrace serving as an outdoor human toilet.Eventually there was so much shit and piss in the box that I couldnt hear anything anymore even my ears were submerged and full of it. Then Nazryana felt that she had finally emptied herself out completely, so she used a vibrator to bring herself off while watching me being humiliated to an unimaginable level. But all this humiliation wasnt enough for me. Previously, I asked her to fulfill my cuckold fetish as well, so she sucked my husbands dick right above my diarrhea-submerged head. After he ejaculated into her mouth, she spit his sperm into my shitty mouth and I had to swallow it along with the diarrhea that was already there.Finally, I got to cum. It was a huge, long-lasting orgasm. This was a historical moment for me I had been fantasizing about doing this for so long, and finally my wish came true. And Im already fantasizing about taking it to the next level with two girls using me as their toilet and vomit bowl.
LUDOVICA LUXURY -YOU DONT ARRIVE HALF AND HOUR LATE!
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 9:30, 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 ideaa 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!









