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.
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Slave feeding with pizza shit ??
Slave feeding with pizza shit ??Hot slave feeding with a pizza that I shit on and spread my shit on.Thirsty for piss and hungry for shit. ??A simple pizza doesnt taste good, so I piss and shit on the pizza and feed it to my slave.A delicious meal. And a hot, horny drink.Take a close look at my pussy. And how the shit comes out of my ass ?He can even lick my toilet paper.At the end I make my slave cum on the pizza full of shit and eat my shit with his sperm.Yummy… ?
First smell all over the body then stuffed with shit
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 …
Toilet training session with my stepdaughter BlackCat
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
MISTRESS LILY DUPONT : ABOUNDANT SHIT AND SENT TO THE SENDER
today my toilet slave isnt here and since nothing goes to waste I decided to send him a pack of my shit home for him to eat. I ate tanyo yesterday and had a big breakfast so I really shit a lot!! My shits are always super abundant and he has to eat it all and make me the video when he eats it.
Big Shit For Your Lunch ?
Today I prepared a very big shit plate fresh from my sexy ass for my toilet slave to eat for Lunch and then I pissed my golden Italian champagne
Day two of I feed him my caviar for a weekend.
ENGLISH and ITALIAN clipsafter a nights sleep when I wake up I immediately go to open the cage of the Spanish slave who has joined me to be my human toilet, I will feed him with the finest caviar he has ever tasted and he will receive it directly in his mouth accompanied by my warm champagne that will help him swallow the large amount of caviar I have offert him, it will be really a lot and difficult despite his great desire to be my toilet, I will help him by feeding and humiliating him as a real toilet deserves.
Tied up Slave eat double SHIT ??
Piss and shit from Miss Medea Mortelle and me in the slaves mouth. ?Miss Medea and I play with dirty fluids with Medeas slave. He cant resist, we tie him on the bed. His hands and feets are tied.So Medea and I can spit, piss, and shit in his mouth while simulate and play with his cock until he cums. Of course, he has to lick his cumfingers clean. ?But first, he has to swallow Medeas and my piss. And licking Medeas Ass clean by a nice Facesitting. And I play with slaves ball for a nice CBT.And then to eat Miss Medeas and my shit. ?And he eats every piece of shit and swallows all. He is a very good slave. A good toilet slave who chews, swallows, and eats.?Would you like to see the shit fall into slaves toilet mouth?
For the first time shit eaten! Rosellas slave test!
Here a new Toilettenklave advertised with me, which would also serve me as a living toilet! So I invited him and he had to lie down under my Toilet-Chair so I could test him. At first I spits it into his slaves mouth and he had to swallow my spit. Then I pooped and pissed him into his mouth! Because of that my divine shit sausage was so hard and big, half of this landed, on the ground, after this no longer fit into its full mouth. He also had to stuff it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing until he had eaten all my shit. Listen to my hard sausage in his mouth, chewing, cracking and smacking! He has eaten all my shit and thus passed my toilet slaves test! He can serve me as my loo! You can see everything from 3 camera shots, as well as CloseUps and from the totals. Again a unique and interesting video, for fans of such dirty games!
Shit, piss and snot for the next swallowing slave!
Toilet slave training! Scat, piss, spit and anal plug!Here I was visiting a new toilet slave who wanted to be trained by me to be an all-swallowing toilet. I had thought of something very special for him. On the way to him, I had put an anal plug in my ass. He then had to pull it out of my asshole and suck the plug clean, which was smeared with shit. After that, I first spat in his mouth and then pissed a large load of piss into his mouth. After he had swallowed everything, I turned around and shit a fat shit sausage in his mouth. He then had to eat it completely. Thats how I love it, a well-functioning, all-swallowing living toilet! Who wants to be the next one to lie under my hot ass and receive my delicacies?