Lady Vampira - Cheap Slut Part 4: Dressing To The Living Toilet

Lady Vampira, the infamous dominatrix, was now in complete control of her slave, ordering him around like a mere puppet. Her newly acquired TV whore, on the other hand, was available for anyone's use - even that of the submissive slave. The man looked desperate, pleading with those piercing red eyes that glowed in the darkness of the dungeon. He wanted nothing more than to be used by this cheap slut to satisfy his own perverse desires. The dominatrix considered his request for a moment before granting it. "Can the hooker fuck too?!" she asked coldly, her voice carrying an undertone of amusement at the absurdity of the situation. The slave nodded eagerly, eager to watch as another woman defiled herself on the dirty cock of his master. For this unusual act, Lady Vampira had to prepare both the slave and the TV whore properly. The tail of the whore needed to get hard - a task that would require some skillful blowjob techniques from her submissive pig. At the same time, the mistress wanted to be spoiled further with a handjob until she reached climax. Once satisfied, Lady Vampira instructed the dirty cunt to climb onto the slave, who was now hard and ready for penetration. As punishment for failing to protect his wealth earlier, he would now have to endure being fucked by this lowly slut while he watched helplessly. As if this wasn't humiliating enough, the mistress ordered the TV whore to perform an even more degrading act - she was to blow the dildo clean of urine after it had been used inside her. The bitch obeyed without hesitation, proving yet again that she was an expert in sucking cock and taking orders. When Lady Vampira finally descended from her orgasmic high, she stood up decisively, signaling an end to this depraved spectacle. It was time for the real business at hand: dressing the submissive pig in preparation for his role as human toilet. Although he knew what was coming next, he could do nothing but submit to his mistress's will. The dominatrix led the pig on a leash into the padded room of the Femdom Empire. There sat a throne made of hardened rubber, accented with gold trim and chains. It was the toilet throne - a symbol of power and domination over another human being. Lady Vampira approached it slowly, her high heels clicking against the cold floor as she forced her slave to his knees in front of her. "Now," she said coolly, "you shall take on your true role as my living toilet." With that, she turned around and sat heavily upon the throne, spreading her legs wide and exposing her pussy to her slave. "Suck my pussy clean, then I will allow you to clean the toilet bowl with your tongue." The submissive pig knew better than to hesitate. He leaned forward and began licking at his mistress's dripping wet cunt, using his tongue to clean her of every trace of her secretions. Meanwhile, Lady Vampira watched him closely, a cold smile playing on her lips as she thought about how far this pathetic creature had fallen. Despite the humiliating circumstances, the slave found himself getting aroused by the scent of pussy and feces in the room. He couldn't help but fantasize about what it would be like to taste his own excrement mixed with that of his mistress. The thought made him even harder, and he knew that soon his time would come. And so it did. As Lady Vampira finally stood up from the toilet throne, signaling that she was finished using him as a human toilet bowl cleaner, she grabbed a pair of latex gloves and handed one to her slave. "Now," she said coldly, "it is time for you to experience what it feels like to be truly used." With that, the slave put on the glove and grasped his mistress's hips firmly, preparing himself for what came next. Lady Vampira leaned forward slightly, pushing her ass into his face so that he could taste the mixture of their fluids and feces that coated her anus. It was a bitter taste, but one that sent shivers of pleasure through his body nonetheless. As he started to tongue-fuck his mistress's asshole while she watched with detached amusement, the slave couldn't help but wonder how far down this road of depravity he would have to go. Would there be a point where even he couldn't take anymore? Only time would tell...