The Filthy Swine Devoured Every Last Morsel of His Mistress’s Waste
Mistress Jardena
Ludovica Luxury: A Fourfold Scatological Rotation in HD
My devoted Italian submissive traveled from Italy to Spain with one singular purpose: to serve as the personal human toilet for myself and my three most depraved Spanish Mistress companions. By the second day, we had him precisely where he belonged: positioned beneath our improvised portable seat, his face locked in place, mouth agape, a funnel at the ready. I, his owner who brought him here, began. Having indulged in local Spanish cuisine—a paella remix and assorted tapas—my gluten intolerance, despite precautions, resulted in a soft, almost creamy and mushy consistency. The perfect inaugural taste of Iberian fare, delivered straight from the source. First, a steady stream of urine into the funnel, which he dutifully drank. Then, removing the funnel, I deposited my load directly into his waiting mouth. He chewed and swallowed obediently as I observed with satisfaction. The second Mistress followed. The ritual repeated: a hot golden shower, then her offering—firmer and more compact, a classic, well-formed Spanish stool. He labored slightly more but persisted in his devoted service. The third friend presented a pastier, stickier texture. The fourth completed the set with a soft deposit punctuated by solid chunks, ensuring he experienced the full spectrum of our menu. Four Mistresses. Four distinct consistencies and flavors. One slave beneath us, receiving load after relentless load without reprieve. Throughout, we showered him with spit and ridicule, mocking his pathetic fortune to be our vacation latrine. But our session was not complete. We gathered every fallen morsel, smear, and dried puddle into a large bowl. To this, we added fresh urine from all four, copious spit, and a volley of vomit. We mixed it by hand into a warm, slimy, fetid sludge of excrement, vomit, urine, and saliva. Sitting in a circle around him, we took turns spoon-feeding him the horrific concoction. Each forced spoonful was met with strained chewing and difficult swallows, encouraged by pinched noses or light throat taps. We laughed, commenting on the revolting blend and his filth-covered visage, until the bowl was scraped clean. Finally, we rose, spat a final time upon his face, and left him alone on the cold tile, crusted and abandoned. He imagined a Spanish holiday, but instead became the collective toilet for the most sadistic Mistresses on the peninsula. His shipment back to Italy awaits—but first, he must endure the remainder of the week.
