Lady Shay - Klospanner Teil 2 UNCUT Version

Once again you kneel small, horny toilet slave beside me as I sit on the toilet, attending to my business. As a toilet paper holder, you serve your purpose well, and when you reach me the toilet paper catching a whiff of my divine odors that fill the entire room, it only serves to make you wetter for me. Little toilet slave, isn't your deepest desire to lie under me and serve as my toilet rather than just kneeling beside me?

Allow me to train you in my taboo art of klospanzerei (the act of using the toilet while another watches) and become my willing toilet swine!

I stand up from my throne, my luscious behind presenting itself for your gaze. You can't tear your eyes away from it as I beckon you to follow me. We enter a lavishly appointed bathroom, marble and gold fixtures glinting in the candlelight. On a plush velvet couch sits another man, also kneeling and waiting for his turn to serve his Mistress. I smile wickedly before turning my attention back to you.

I gesture for you to lie down on the cold, hard marble floor, your eager eyes never leaving me as you do so. I unfold a pristine, white silk dress set aside for this purpose and drape it over you, leaving only your face exposed. The cool fabric is a stark contrast to the warmth emanating from my body as I crouch down over you, my breasts hovering inches above your face.

Slowly, sensually, I lower myself onto your face, grinding against your mouth and nose while teasing you with the scent of my ass. You can't help but inhale deeply, taking in the intoxicating aroma of shit and perfume that fills the air. You moan into me, your tongue desperately trying to touch my flesh as you drink in my essence.

I begin to push, grunting with each thrust as I use your face as my toilet. You're powerless to resist as warm, soft turds ooze out of my asshole and into your mouth. You coo and whimper, begging me for more even as your cheeks hollow from holding so much shit. You are my toilet, my pig, my slave.

I pull myself off your face, a slick strand of your saliva connecting us. I reach down and pull your tongue out, slicking it with my shit. Then, I lower my ass back down, grinding against your face one final time before pulling away with a satisfaction smile on my lips. "Thank you, my lovely toilet," I murmur, my voice a seductive whisper before turning and leaving you there, filthy and satisfied.