Toiletslaveanddommes - Kennya and friend kaviar and human toilet

Kennya, a dominant mistress with a penchant for the unusual, had a variety of toilet slaves lined up for her today. After getting rid of the first four with her usual mix of slaps and humiliation, Kennya moved on to the final one. This unfortunate soul had declared himself a "toilet slave for life" and eagerly awaited his turn. Little did he know that his wish was about to be granted in the grossest way possible.

As Kennya's slaves arrived one by one for their tests, they were subjected to various degrading tasks. Some were forced to be human ashtrays, while others suffered through anal play so intense it left them begging for mercy. The lucky slave, whose name remained unknown, watched on as each of his predecessors was dismissed until finally, it was his turn.

Kennya looked at the toilet slave and smiled. "You've proven yourself capable of handling some pretty disgusting things," she said, running her finger thoughtfully along his chin. "But I think I have just the thing to test your mettle."

She led him outside to a nearby park, where they sat down on a quiet bench. Kennya glanced around to ensure they were alone, then placed her hand on the trembling slave's knee. "I want you to be my personal toilet," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "I want you to pee into your hands and then rub it all over my body."

The toilet slave nodded eagerly, blushing deeply. He clumsily undid his fly and began to urinate, the warm stream filling his palms. As he did so, Kennya leaned back against the warm sun, her eyes closed in silent ecstasy. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and looked down at the mess between them. "Not bad," she said slowly, reaching out to touch the wetness between his legs. "Now, let's see how well you taste."

The toilet slave could hardly believe what was happening. He was being paid to be a human toilet, and his mistress was about to consume his own bodily fluids. With a groan, he leaned forward, presenting his cock to Kennya. She took it gently in her hand, savoring the taste of his own salty juices. "Mmm," she purred, "that's the stuff."

As Kennya licked and sucked on her toilet slave's cock, she felt a pang of disgust rise within her. This was one of the weirdest things she'd ever done, but she couldn't deny the twisted thrill she felt from it all. "Can you feel dirty enough?" she asked playfully, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer.

The toilet slave nodded desperately, kissing Kennya's grimy hand in thanks. She smiled, pleased with his devotion. She ordered the slave to lay down and soon after she covered her naked body with his warm cum, looking like a pure angel covered with thick layers of dirt. "How about a little bonus?" she whispered into his ear, reaching between his legs once more. "Why don't you take my kaviar all over your face and enjoy it?"

The toilet slave couldn't believe his luck. Not only had he gotten paid to serve as Kennya's personal toilet, but she was also asking him to clean up after herself. He nodded eagerly, opening his mouth wide as Kennya held her cum-covered hands up for him to taste. It was the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted, but the thought of pleasing Kennya kept him going.

Meanwhile, Kennya's friend, who was just as twisted as she was, sought out a squat toilet nearby. After a few minutes of desperate searching, she found one, and it wasn't long before she was crouched over it, her pink gloves gripping the cold metal handles. With a sigh of relief, she began to defecate, creating a thick, gooey mess that oozed out from her ass.

As Kennya's friend sat back on her heels, wiping the sweat from her brow, she looked around furtively. No one seemed to be paying her any attention. Satisfied, she reached into the mess and pulled out a handful, bringing it to her mouth. The sweet taste of shit mixed with the salty tang of her own arousal, and she closed her eyes, savoring every last bite.

As Kennya's friend began to slurp up the mixture of shit and saliva from her own hand, she felt a surge of excitement run through her. She couldn't believe she was getting away with this in public, but the thrill of it only made her more aroused. She leaned back against the cold metal of the squat toilet, letting out a low moan of pleasure as she watched her friend play with the toilet slave.

Finally satisfied, Kennya wiped her hands clean and stood up, smiling at her toilet slave. "That was brilliant," she said, patting him on the back. "I can't wait to see how you handle the next challenge." The toilet slave nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress Kennya," he breathed. "I am ready for anything."