LadyVikkiWet - Dirty instruction p.3

LadyVikkiWet - Dirty instruction p.3

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As the steam from your piss clouded toilet bowl slowly dissipated, you heard the ominous click of the door lock engaging once again. The familiar yet terrifying voice of Lady Vikki echoed through the small room, her commanding tone sending shivers down your spine. "Good boy," she said, her heels clacking on the tile floor as she approached. "Now it's time for the final instruction." You clenched your fists, unable to contain the mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins. You knew this was it - the climax of your toilet slavery training. "Stand up, slut," she ordered, and you did as you were told, rising unsteadily to your feet. You felt the cool air of the room brush against your naked skin as you turned around to face her. Lady Vikki stood there, her eyes blazing with determination. She was dressed impeccably as always, her silk blouse and skirt hugging her body in all the right places. But today, there was something different about her - a certain edge of cruelty that made your heart race. "I've taught you well, my pet," she said, her voice low and menacing. "Now it's time to see if my efforts haven't been in vain." Her words sent a shiver of fear down your spine. You knew what was coming next, and you were terrified. Without further ado, Lady Vikki reached into her handbag and produced a pair of black tights. "Put these on," she commanded, tossing them your way. You caught them awkwardly, fumbling with the delicate fabric as you tried to pull them up your legs. "And what exactly am I supposed to do with these?" you asked, your voice quavering slightly. Lady Vikki smiled, a cold smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You'll see," she said, her voice softening slightly. "Just do as I say, and maybe - just maybe - you'll earn your place as my toilet slave." The tense silence that followed was broken only by the sound of your labored breathing. You could feel the sweat beginning to bead on your forehead as you struggled to contain your fear. Finally, Lady Vikki spoke again, her voice cutting through the air like a razor. "Now, I want you to go outside with a cork in your ass and shout that you're worthless and I'm the queen. And then repeat everything over and over again to be better." The weight of her words pressed down on you like a physical force, making it difficult to breathe. You knew there was no escape - no way out of this twisted game. With trembling hands, you reached into your ass and pulled out the cork. It was warm and sticky from your body heat, but you didn't have time to think about that. You clumsily pulled on the tights, feeling the tight fabric hug your body in an uncomfortable way. Then you grabbed the cork and, with one last look at Lady Vikki, stepped out into the bright sunlight. The cold air hit you like a slap in the face, making you gasp for breath. But you forced yourself to keep going, to follow Lady Vikki's twisted instructions to the letter. "I'm worthless!" you shouted, your voice echoing down the empty street. "Lady Vikki is the queen!" The repetition felt strange, almost hollow, but you kept going anyway. You repeated her words over and over again, letting them wash over you like a tidal wave. As you continued your humiliating performance, you couldn't help but wonder if this was really what you wanted. Deep down, you knew that it wasn't. But the fear of disappointing Lady Vikki was too great to ignore. So you continued, praying silently for this nightmare to end, even as you knew that it was only just beginning.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 16min.
Video Info: 720x720 Pixel @ 5695 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 126 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 674MB