Toilet Slaves Scatology - Slaves Lunch is Piss and Feces!
Toilet Slaves Scatology - Slaves Lunch is Piss and Feces! / Toilet Slavery
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The room echoed with the sound of liquid splashing against the ceramic bowl. The dominatrix stood proudly over her toilet throne, her skirt hiked up to reveal plump pale buttocks clad in black lace. She straightened her spine, her stern gaze boring into the caged man on the other side of the room. "It's lunchtime, slave," she hissed, her hot breath carrying the scent of urine and feces. "And your meal awaits." The man squirmed inside his small wooden cage, anticipation and dread warring within him. He knew what was coming and dared not hope for anything else. With a sinister smile, she reached down and grasped the handle of his cage, wrenching it open with a loud screech of rusted metal. He emerged from the cage like a beaten dog, his shoulders slumped and head bowed. She stepped closer, her scent enveloping him, and reached out to stroke his chin, lifting his face to hers. "Look at me," she commanded, her eyes piercing through him. He did as he was told, meeting her gaze with a mix of fear and resignation. "You're going to eat every last drop of this, understand?" She nodded towards the bowl, where a thick stew of urine and feces simmered, bubbling gently. The man's stomach churned at the sight—and yet, he knew there was no choice. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling. She stepped back, her heels clicking against the cold tile floor. With a flick of her wrist, she snapped her fingers, and the cage clattered shut behind him, leaving him alone with the bowl of filth. Slowly, he approached the bowl, his legs shaking with each step. He dipped a trembling hand into the stew, gagging at the bitter taste and the warmth that spread through his fingers. With a deep breath, he lifted the foul mess to his lips, closing his eyes as he forced himself to swallow. And so it continued, the dominatrix keeping a close watch over him, her foot occasionally jabbing into his lower back, reminding him that this was his duty—his punishment—and he would not be spared. Slowly but surely, the bowl emptied, and the man sank to his knees, his stomach churning with the repugnant meal he had just consumed. Finally, she stepped forward, her stiletto heel digging into his spine. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to ruffle his hair. "Now clean up the mess you've made." With a sigh, the man stood up, his knees wobbly with exhaustion and nausea. He glanced at the dominatrix, wondering what new torment she had in store for him. But for now, at least, she seemed content. Cautiously, he reached for the bucket and mop on the side of the room, preparing to clean up the remnants of his disgusting lunch. The sweet taste of submission still lingered on his tongue, and he knew that this was his life now—a life of servitude and filth, ruled by the whims of his mistress.
Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 10min.
Video Info: 720x480 Pixel @ 1935 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 192 kb/s
Format: wmv
Size: 166MB