An entire week compilation of my shit and piss. 6 Shits in one. When I take out my lush there is shit on it. After a night of anal and 2 loads of cum in my ass I shit liquid cum. You see how I fart and grunt during my shits. A couple of really big shits and I show you the toilet shit smear from flushing. This is a very good camera and always good lighting.
The evening had wrapped up with a lavish and elegant dinner at the splendid Maison Dupont, an event masterfully orchestrated by my friend Mistress, bringing together seven of useach a Mistress, each breathtakingly beautifulin a display of style and abundance. The dining room glowed with crystal and candlelight, the table still strewn with the remnants of a sumptuous feast: fine porcelain plates streaked with truffle sauce, half-empty glasses catching the flickering light, and silver trays now bare, mute witnesses to a night of indulgence. We wore elegant dresses that clung to us like a second skin: mine was a deep bordeaux, a rich, velvety hue that flowed over my body like a shadowed promise; another shimmered in a long light blue gown, ethereal and captivating; another blazed in a vibrant orange dress that seized every glance; two of us were cloaked in black, their attire radiating timeless elegance and an air of command; and so on, each of us an emblem of grace and power. But after all that food, we craved a way to unwind, to digest, and above all, to amuse ourselves in our own unique fashion. We traded knowing smiles, sinking into the plush velvet sofas of the adjoining room, the air thick with the scent of spices and the crackling warmth of the lit fireplace. We need some fun to cap off the night, my friend, the hostess, declared, her tone teetering between whimsy and command, and we all nodded, our eyes alight with shared mischief. From the slaves who had served dinnerquiet figures, shadows in our servicewe singled out one, a fellow with slightly stooped shoulders but a demeanor suggesting he could bend without breaking. You, I called, lifting a finger with a regal flourish, the bordeaux silk of my dress rustling faintly against the velvet. Come here. Dinners over, but your duties arent. He approached, cautious yet compliant, sensing his role as a servant would stretch into the after-dinner hours. Entertain us, another Mistress added, her voice soft but laced with challenge, leaving the how unspecifiedfor the how, after all, was ours to decide, and wed start it without even rising from the sofa. We began leisurely, staying comfortably seated, as if it were a game unfolding effortlessly. I went first: from my spot, I extended a hand, the bordeaux sleeve brushing the air, and delivered a sharp slap across his cheek, the crisp sound slicing through the rooms stillness like a sudden snap. He flinched, his skin reddening under my palm, but stayed put, eyes lowered in a blend of respect and surprise. The Mistress in light blue, seated beside me, leaned forward slightly and struck the other cheek, her delicate fingers leaving a faint sting behind. One by one, all seven of us joined in, our hands taking turns in a dance of slapssome light and teasing, others more firmturning his face into a canvas of flushed red, all without budging from the velvet cushions. Our laughter wove together, the rhythm of palms against his skin marking our delight, while the fireplace popped and hissed, a warm, wild accompaniment. But that wasnt enough. Lets switch to our feet, the Mistress in orange suggested, a mischievous grin curling her lips, and the idea sparked a gleam in our eyes. Still seated, we slipped off our shoesdécolleté, sandals, heels that had grazed the parquet during dinnerand set them beside us, our bare feet ready to take over. I started: lifting a foot from the sofa, my black-polished nails glinting in the firelight, I struck his cheek with the sole, a soft yet humiliating blow that made him sway. The Mistress in light blue, without shifting, stretched out a leg and slapped him with her foot, her smooth skin gliding over his already-marked face, leaving a warm trace on his cheek. One by one, our bare feet took oversome with vividly painted nails, others scented with fine lotionshitting him relentlessly from the sofa, from face to neck, until he trembled under our attention. He let out faint groans, sounds that mingled with our laughter, his face now a mess of red marks and moist eyes, yet he didnt dare resist. At that moment, the hostess, my friend, shifted on the sofa, a sly smirk spreading across her face. Enough of this, she said, rising with a graceful sweep of her dress that rustled like an elegant whisper. Lie down on the floor, she ordered, her voice firm yet playful, pointing to the space before us. He hesitated briefly, then complied, stretching out on his back, his wiry frame laid bare under the flickering light. She stood over him, adjusting her gown, and announced, Ive got a fart coming, and youre going to take it right in your mouth. We all snickered, watching as she positioned herself above his face, lifting her dress slightly and crouching just enough. He opened his mouth, perhaps expecting a mere puff of air, but as she pushed, something unexpected slipped outa muffled sound followed by a tiny, solid piece, a coated fart that landed straight in his mouth. We erupted into laughter, a booming, uncontrollable wave that filled the roomme in my bordeaux, the light blue Mistress, the orange one, the two in blackall clutching our sides at the sight. He froze, eyes widening in shock, clearly not expecting a mouthful of shit as part of his entertainment role. What a humiliation! I exclaimed between gasps, tears of mirth streaking my face. The hostess stepped back, still chuckling, and rejoined us on the sofa, her composure hardly shaken. Thats what you get for volunteering, one of the black-clad Mistresses teased, her tone dripping with mockery, as my footstill warm from the mealdelivered a final slap to his jaw from my velvet perch, making him stagger to his knees. But we knew it wasnt regret he feltit was a privilege for him, a rare honor to be the centerpiece of our amusement, seven Mistresses toying with him, topped off with that unforgettable twist. We settled back, our elegant dressesmy bordeaux, the light blue, the orange, the two blacksrustling against the velvet, sated and with lighter stomachs, while he knelt before us, breathless, overwhelmed, and now with a taste hed never forget, a servant who had served beyond all expectation. What a night, I murmured, and the others laughed again, a chorus of voices sealing our triumph in the dim glow of Maison Dupont.
during a holiday I couldnt bring my personal toilet with me which I also let my friend use while we were by the pool, a truly abundant mess with fart
Together with my stepdaughter I used my slave Faith in my dungeon. We used our slave for a smoking, human ashtray and farting session then we pooped on his face and obliged him to swallow our kaviar
Todays shit looks like a chocolate fountainShinny and bright caviar is getting out of my beautiful assSome farts happened during shitingKeep dreaming to eat my shit one day
mi sveglio la mattina e chiamo il mio wc umano dopo che ha dormito in gabbia tutta la ntte, lo faccio sdraiare per terra e gli faccio annusare il mio fart e poi il mio buco del culo , mi tolgo le mutande e finalmente svuoto tutto l mio intestino su di lui, produco tanta merda infatti è molto eccitato. Poi mi fa da carta igienica e per finire si masturba ricoperto di merda. Buon inizio di giornata I wake up in the morning and call my human toilet after he has slept in a cage all night, I make him lie on the floor and I make him smell my fart and then my asshole, I take off my underwear and finally I empty all my intestine on him, I produce a lot of shit in fact he is very excited. Then he acts as toilet paper for me and finally masturbates covered in shit. Good start to the day
This French slave applied to us and desperately wanted to eat our shit. So we granted his wish. First, I shit my diarrhea into the slaves mouth, and then into Lucianas. Watch as we served him our shit in his mouth with two mega-squirting farts. The slave greedily devoured our divine shit portions and worshipped our hot asses. We also spat in his mouth, and he greedily swallowed our spit! Now, would you like to lie under our divine asses and eat our shit too!!!
Here I had the next toilet slave visiting. I specifically didnt shit for 3 days so that he could eat a decent portion of my divine shit. I squatted doggy style with my asshole over his mouth and first farted in his mouth and face. Hear the hot, stinking farts I gave him. Then I shit a murderous shit sausage in his mouth. Then I turned around and pissed a huge load of piss into his mouth, which was filled with shit. My pile of shit was so big that the slave had problems eating it all and some of it ended up on the floor. And because it took so long, the slave had to turn around and I pressed his head, with my foot, on which I was wearing high heels, with his face into the shit and piss manure on the floor. So that he had to keep eating in order not to suffocate.
Here my dominatrix friend Anna and I tested a new slave! First we both spat in the guys mouth! Since my girlfriend hasnt been shitting in slaves mouths for very long, she was initially hesitant when she squatted over his mouth with her hot ass and asshole. So I came up with the idea of her pissing in a glass and then I pumping the piss into her ass with an anal douche. No sooner said than done and I squirted her piss into the sweeties ass. She then farted the piss-caviar enema into the slaves mouth. We stuffed the shit that went astray into the guys mouth and he had to eat it. Then I pissed in the guys mouth and some of it in the glass. Then I shit a big shit sausage in the guys mouth. He then had to eat it under duress. In between we poured my piss into his mouth until he had swallowed it all! At the end he got some snot from us again!
Today I have a new prey, this boy so cute, young and muscular. Its his first time, the first time he sees a Goddess like me. I keep him immobilized to the cage with the chains, stretching his legs open so I can see his cock well. I want to see how he reacts to my touch, to the sight of my veiled feet. I get closer rubbing myself on his body to let him smell me. I feel his breathing increasing and the excitement rises. I take off my skirt to show him my splendid ass that I immediately place on his face making him smell my farts too. I want to attach him well right away, no excuses. He must only get excited when I decide, learn to keep his urges under control. I take off my thong and produce a little champagne in the glass right in front of his face to then let him taste it and to finish the training well and make him understand what his cock is for I place myself a few inches from his penis and produce all my hot chocolate. Will he have maintained his erection? Will it become my personal toilet?
