MISTRESS LUDOVICA LUXURY

Every morning, my personal slave must prove his worth from the crack of dawn, devoting himself entirely to my service with unwavering obedience. His first task is to serve as a human table, supporting my divine ass while I brush my teeth, holding steady without a hint of complaint. Once I’m done, I flash him a mocking smirk and turn him into my living spittoon: I spit the frothy toothpaste directly into his open mouth, ****** him to swallow the sharp minty taste mixed with my saliva. Then, ...

Today, Simona and Marta came to visit me, ready to serve my every whim with complete devotion. What a thrill to be worshipped by two eager sluts! I order them to lie down on the floor, naked and vulnerable, and with a wicked smile, I decide to measure their clits, inspecting them closely to determine who deserves the privilege of being the first to feel my divine ass on their face. But it’s not just an honor—the winner will also become my human toilet, submitting to my every desire with total ...

Im with my boyfriend at home, resting on the sofa. A slave slut is at my side and is obligate to lick our sweaty armpits and feet. While he does it we make fun of him for his poor condition and we tell  him to put more effort into it. Despite our efforts to encourage him, the slave is truly denied and must be punished. So we both use it as a urinal, flooding it in every sense, and finding at least one way to make it useful.

We’re in the midst of a femdom dinner, an exclusive affair we’ve meticulously planned for our pleasure. The dining room glows with the flicker of candles, the table set with black linens and crystal goblets, but the real show isn’t on the plates—it’s in the bathtub. There, waist-deep in a pristine white porcelain tub, we’ve stationed a slave as our human urinal for the night. Seven Mistresses, including us, will use him in turns: whenever one of us needs to go, he’s there, mouth open and ...

My friend—sometimes lover, always Mistress—and I feel the urge to pee while we’re in the bathroom, a stark space of white tiles reflecting our authority. We step into the shower, the glass fogging slightly, and with a curt command, we summon one of my slaves to kneel beneath us. She’s wearing a black bra and tight panties, while I’m in a matching black bodysuit, taut against my skin. We exchange a sly glance and strip slowly: she unclips her bra, letting it drop, and I slide the bodysuit ...

CUSTOM VIDEO.Hey Ludovica, I have a bold request for you: I’d love for you to create a video where you play a tantalizing game. Picture yourself slowly eating juicy plums, pretending they’re my balls, savoring each bite with a wicked smile as the juice drips down your chin. Then, with a triumphant smirk, you act as if you’ve fully digested them, transforming them into something new. When the moment comes, you ‘release’ the result with a soft, creamy consistency, just how I like it, ...

Last night, my friend and I treated ourselves to an exquisite dinner at a Michelin-starred restaurant, indulging in pure luxury. Over our lavish meal, we decided to tease you with a little talk about our ‘caviar.’ Mine, soft and almost silky, is the result of a night of oysters and raw fish, which stirred my stomach just enough to give it a unique texture. My friend, on the other hand, savored a decadent truffle-crusted filet, producing a ‘caviar’ with a firmer, more robust consistency—a ...

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 us—each a Mistress, each breathtakingly beautiful—in 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 ...

Ive finally decided to release this pathetic human scum from his cage, still locked in the chastity belt that keeps him firmly under my control. It’s time for him to earn his keep. I drag him to the bathroom by his leash, like the dog he is, and order him to clean my toilet with his tongue, ensuring every inch sparkles under my scrutiny. As he licks with desperate devotion, I press my foot on his head, pinning him against the cold porcelain, and with a scornful smirk, I flush the toilet, ...

We are on vacation and we woke up quite early, since it will be a beautiful day and we have to make the most of it. Before breakfast we have to pee and poop rightly, like everyone just woke up and we target a slave who happens to pass by the garden. Anxi, since we had dinner together and we ate the same things, we want to test the consistency of our chocolate and I have to say that each one has a different consistency. Now that we have emptied ourselves we can also have breakfast leaving the ...