LUDOVICA LUXURY -WE MUST PEE!

LUDOVICA LUXURY -WE MUST PEE!

.My friend, another Mistress, and I are lounging on a red velvet couch, grumbling about the bathroom being occupied again. “Same old nonsense,” I mutter, arms crossed, while she rolls her eyes, tapping her fingers on the armrest. Then we remember him: our human toilet of the day, crouched in a corner like a loyal pup, waiting for a snap of our fingers. “There he is,” my friend says with a smirk, snapping her fingers. He scurries over instantly, obedient as ever, and we don’t waste a second.“Lie down,” I order, and he stretches out on the cold floor, back against the tiles, looking up at us with that mix of fear and readiness. We take turns over him: first me, hiking up my skirt just enough, I piss right on his face, a warm stream splashing over his eyes and mouth while he stays still, silent. Then her turn—she positions herself calmly and lets loose another golden shower, chuckling as he tries not to choke. His face is a soaked mess, and we share a satisfied glance.But then I get an idea to spice it up. “Fuck the floor,” I tell him, pointing to the puddle we’ve made beneath him. “Go on, move.” He hesitates for a split second, then starts, grinding against the wet tiles, and the sound of his balls slapping the drenched floor cracks us up. “Listen to that tune!” my friend exclaims, clapping her hands, amused, while I lean back, enjoying the show. He keeps going, face flushed and panting, and we watch from above, queens on our red velvet couch, delighted by his total humiliation. “Good human toilets,” I say with a laugh, “always handy when the bathroom’s taken.”