LUDOVICA LUXURY -THE PARTY URINAL

LUDOVICA LUXURY -THE PARTY URINAL

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 eyes down, ready to drink, stuck in the tub for the entire evening to serve as our pissoir. “Don’t move,” we told him at the start, and he obeys, his face a mix of resignation and submission as the clatter of cutlery and laughter fills the air. Meanwhile, out on the terrace—a breezy spot overlooking the city lights—we’ve set up another slave as our human ashtray. For those who want to smoke between courses, he’s there, kneeling on a rough mat, mouth agape and hands clasped behind his back, prepared to catch ash and cigarette butts all night long. Every so often, one of us steps out, lights up, and casually flicks ash onto his tongue or stubs out a cigarette in his mouth, watching him chew without a flinch. “Keep it clean,” one Mistress told him with a smirk, and he nods, still as stone under the night sky, his role as clear as the crystal on our table. Inside, the dinner unfolds with orchestrated precision: some slaves serve at the table, carrying trays of steaming food with shaky hands to avoid mistakes, while others have cooked, sweating in the kitchen to ensure every dish meets our standards. Everyone has their task, and no one dares step out of line—there’s the ashtray, the urinal, the waiters. Between courses, we exchange smug glances, tossing comments around: “The pissoir’s keeping up,” I say with a laugh, while another Mistress chimes in, “And the ashtray hasn’t whined yet—miracle!” The dinner is a triumph of control and indulgence, and we, the seven Mistresses, reign supreme, pampered and adored in every way, from the first bite to the last drag.