MissAlessaMilano - He cleans the toilet with his tongue.

MissAlessaMilano - He cleans the toilet with his tongue.

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As we entered the bathroom, we couldn't help but notice the faint scent of cleanliness lingering in the air. Our eyes landed on the toilet, sparkling clean and shining under the bright lights. But we knew it wasn't just our hard work that had kept it so spotless - we had our very own toilet cleaning slave. He knelt before us, his head bowed in submission, clad in nothing but a plain white thong and a black rubber collar around his neck. His eyes were fixed on the tiled floor, avoiding our gaze as he nervously shifted his weight from one knee to the other. The mask he wore covered most of his face, leaving only his mouth and chin exposed. Miss May leaned against the sink, watching him intently. "Are you ready to clean for us, slave?" she asked in a cold, disinterested tone. He nodded eagerly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. "Yes, Mistress. I am here to serve you." "Good boy," she purred, her voice taking on a more playful edge. "Now, let's see how well you clean." She pointed towards the toilet bowl, and he immediately got to work. His tongue darted out, tracing every inch of the porcelain surface, cleaning it with precision and care. It was almost hypnotizing to watch him work – his movements were so fluid and methodical, like a well-oiled machine. As he finished, he looked up at us expectantly, awaiting our next command. Miss May reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of toilet paper, handing it to me. I took it from her, careful not to touch his skin as I placed the roll in his mouth. He instantly began chewing on it, turning it into a wet, messy ball that would be used to clean any remaining residue from the toilet bowl. Finally, I knelt down beside him and placed one hand on his shoulder, pushing him gently towards the toilet seat. He obediently lowered his head and sank into the toilet, his neck disappearing beneath the rising water. The glass panel above the toilet slid shut with a soft click, sealing him inside. We stood up and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him trapped inside. The sound of his muffled grunts and the soft slapping noise of his tongue against the porcelain echoed through the silence. It was a reminder of who truly held the power in this relationship – and it sent shivers down our spines.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 8min.
Video Info: 1920x1080 Pixel @ 10240 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 317 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 559MB