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Mistress misty eden’s "doorman" interview: a year-long contract of filth, dominance, and absolute submission  the ad was meant to say "doormat wanted" - a clear, honest request for what mistress misty eden truly desired: a living, breathing tool to clean the filth from her superior soles. but a cruel twist of autocorrect changed it to "doorman wanted", and fate delivered her the perfect candidate. an older man, dressed in slacks and a button-down, arrives with a resume boasting years at the four seasons and a local embassy. he smiles, confident, clueless. she answers the door in cutoff shorts so short they barely cover her ass, a tank top clinging to her toned body, and flip-flops that do nothing to hide the repulsive state of her feet. the soles are caked in dried mud, garden dirt, and whatever else she d stepped in during her morning. her toenails are untrimmed, the skin rough, the arches coated in a thick layer of brown grime. he doesn’t even notice. he s too busy introducing himself, too busy assuming this is a real job, too busy to see the predatory glint in her eyes as she invites him inside. she lets him talk. he brags about his "impeccable service record," his "attention to detail," his "discretion." she nods, feigning interest, her filthy feet leaving faint, dirty prints on the floor as she circles him like prey. the contract is ready—pages of legal jargon, all leading to one truth: he is hers for the next year. he doesn’t read it. men like him never do. he signs with a flourish, proud, already imagining himself as her distinguished employee. the moment the pen leaves the paper, mistress misty’s demeanor shifts. the sweet, distracted girl vanishes, replaced by the merciless goddess she truly is. she disappears briefly, returning with thick leather cuffs, a sturdy collar, a leash, and a black hood. "for my own protection," she purrs, snapping the cuffs around his wrists, then his ankles, her movements quick and practiced. before he can react, the hood is pulled over his head, plunging him into darkness. the leash clicks into place, and she yanks it hard, sending him crashing to his knees. "strip down to your boxers," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. "you’ll need to put on your uniform." his hands shake as he fumbles with his clothes, his mind racing, his body betraying him. she s so young. so beautiful. the thought is barely formed before she s shoving him onto the floor, her strength surprising. the cold bite of metal digs into his skin as she secures the cuffs to the collar, then to the leash, binding him completely. "w-what the hell is this?" he stammers, panic rising. mistress misty crouches beside him, her breath hot against his ear as she drags a filthy toe along his cheek. "doorman?" she laughs, sharp and mocking. "oh, no. the ad was for a doormat." and then—the first slap. her hand cracks across his face, the sound echoing through the room. "you signed a binding contract," she snarls, gripping his hair and jerking his head back. "a whole year of service. and i don’t need a doorman. i need something to wipe my feet on." she shoves his face into the soles of her feet, grinding the dried filth into his skin. he gags, the taste of dirt and sweat flooding his mouth, but she doesn’t stop. "lick," she orders, pressing down harder. "lick it all off, doormat. every. last. speck." his tongue darts out, hesitant, but the second slap is harder, more insistent. "i said lick!" he obeys. her feet are repulsive—a masterpiece of neglect. the mud is caked into the creases of her soles, the grime embedded under her toenails. she wiggles her toes against his lips, smearing the filth across his face, his mouth, his very being. "that’s it," she coos, rubbing her foot back and forth, using his tongue like a rag. "get in there. scrub." he chokes, coughs, but she doesn’t care. she loves the sound of his gagging, the way his body trembles beneath her. she switches feet, pressing the other sole against his mouth, making him clean every inch. "you worked at the four seasons?" she scoffs, grinding her heel into his tongue. "i bet you’ve never had a job this intimate before." she laughs as he gags, his muffled protests only amusing her. "good boy. keep going." the flogger cracks against his back, the sharp sting of the leather cutting through his humiliation. "faster. harder. or i’ll find someone who can." she doesn’t stop there. with a brutal yank of the leash, she pulls him onto his back, then steps onto his chest, her full weight pressing down as she wipes the remnants of the garden onto his skin. "you’re not getting near my pussy," she sneers, shifting her foot to his throat. "you’re getting under my feet." he grunts in pain as she steps onto his face, her toes curling as she grinds the last of the dirt into his skin. "this is what you signed up for, doormat. a year of this." she lifts her foot just enough to let him gasp for air before slamming it back down. "now open up." she turns him into a recliner —knees up, back flat, his body contorted into a living piece of furniture. she lounges on his stomach, her ass pressing into his ribs as she leans back, stretching her legs out and planting her filthy feet directly onto his face. "mmm, perfect," she sighs, wiggling her toes against his lips. "just like a real doormat." she cuts off his air, smothering him completely, her soles sealing over his nose and mouth. his body bucks beneath her, desperate for oxygen, but she doesn’t relent. "you’re mine now," she reminds him, her voice a dark purr. "my personal foot rag." she lifts slightly, just enough to let him choke out a breath before jamming her foot into his mouth. "suck," she commands, pushing deeper, deeper, until his jaw aches and his throat burns. "get it clean." he gags. he screams. she doesn’t care. the flogger bites into his skin again, the leather strands leaving red welts across his chest, his thighs, his cock. "shut the fuck up," she snaps, twisting her foot in his mouth. "your only job is to clean my feet." she trades feet, then shoves both into his mouth, stretching his jaw obscenely wide. his screams are muffled, useless. she owns them. she owns him. "that’s it," she croons, rocking her feet back and forth, using his mouth like a washbasin. "get it sparkling." she presses down harder, her toes hitting the back of his throat, making him gag, making him suffer. "you’re not done until my feet are spotless and your breath smells like fucking dirt." and when she s finally satisfied—when his tongue is raw, his throat is sore, and his pride is destroyed—she stands, wiping the last of the grime onto his cheek. "same time tomorrow, doormat," she says, unbuckling the cuffs with a dismissive flick. "don’t be late." she leaves him there, gasping, broken, his mind racing with the horrifying truth: he signed for a year. and she s just getting started. ]]> Sat 07 Feb 2026 17:55:43 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1567250/dirt-sucking-doormat-hd-4k-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/1567249/dirt-sucking-doormat-hd-1080p-mp4/
Mistress misty eden’s "doorman" interview: a year-long contract of filth, dominance, and absolute submission  the ad was meant to say "doormat wanted" - a clear, honest request for what mistress misty eden truly desired: a living, breathing tool to clean the filth from her superior soles. but a cruel twist of autocorrect changed it to "doorman wanted", and fate delivered her the perfect candidate. an older man, dressed in slacks and a button-down, arrives with a resume boasting years at the four seasons and a local embassy. he smiles, confident, clueless. she answers the door in cutoff shorts so short they barely cover her ass, a tank top clinging to her toned body, and flip-flops that do nothing to hide the repulsive state of her feet. the soles are caked in dried mud, garden dirt, and whatever else she d stepped in during her morning. her toenails are untrimmed, the skin rough, the arches coated in a thick layer of brown grime. he doesn’t even notice. he s too busy introducing himself, too busy assuming this is a real job, too busy to see the predatory glint in her eyes as she invites him inside. she lets him talk. he brags about his "impeccable service record," his "attention to detail," his "discretion." she nods, feigning interest, her filthy feet leaving faint, dirty prints on the floor as she circles him like prey. the contract is ready—pages of legal jargon, all leading to one truth: he is hers for the next year. he doesn’t read it. men like him never do. he signs with a flourish, proud, already imagining himself as her distinguished employee. the moment the pen leaves the paper, mistress misty’s demeanor shifts. the sweet, distracted girl vanishes, replaced by the merciless goddess she truly is. she disappears briefly, returning with thick leather cuffs, a sturdy collar, a leash, and a black hood. "for my own protection," she purrs, snapping the cuffs around his wrists, then his ankles, her movements quick and practiced. before he can react, the hood is pulled over his head, plunging him into darkness. the leash clicks into place, and she yanks it hard, sending him crashing to his knees. "strip down to your boxers," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. "you’ll need to put on your uniform." his hands shake as he fumbles with his clothes, his mind racing, his body betraying him. she s so young. so beautiful. the thought is barely formed before she s shoving him onto the floor, her strength surprising. the cold bite of metal digs into his skin as she secures the cuffs to the collar, then to the leash, binding him completely. "w-what the hell is this?" he stammers, panic rising. mistress misty crouches beside him, her breath hot against his ear as she drags a filthy toe along his cheek. "doorman?" she laughs, sharp and mocking. "oh, no. the ad was for a doormat." and then—the first slap. her hand cracks across his face, the sound echoing through the room. "you signed a binding contract," she snarls, gripping his hair and jerking his head back. "a whole year of service. and i don’t need a doorman. i need something to wipe my feet on." she shoves his face into the soles of her feet, grinding the dried filth into his skin. he gags, the taste of dirt and sweat flooding his mouth, but she doesn’t stop. "lick," she orders, pressing down harder. "lick it all off, doormat. every. last. speck." his tongue darts out, hesitant, but the second slap is harder, more insistent. "i said lick!" he obeys. her feet are repulsive—a masterpiece of neglect. the mud is caked into the creases of her soles, the grime embedded under her toenails. she wiggles her toes against his lips, smearing the filth across his face, his mouth, his very being. "that’s it," she coos, rubbing her foot back and forth, using his tongue like a rag. "get in there. scrub." he chokes, coughs, but she doesn’t care. she loves the sound of his gagging, the way his body trembles beneath her. she switches feet, pressing the other sole against his mouth, making him clean every inch. "you worked at the four seasons?" she scoffs, grinding her heel into his tongue. "i bet you’ve never had a job this intimate before." she laughs as he gags, his muffled protests only amusing her. "good boy. keep going." the flogger cracks against his back, the sharp sting of the leather cutting through his humiliation. "faster. harder. or i’ll find someone who can." she doesn’t stop there. with a brutal yank of the leash, she pulls him onto his back, then steps onto his chest, her full weight pressing down as she wipes the remnants of the garden onto his skin. "you’re not getting near my pussy," she sneers, shifting her foot to his throat. "you’re getting under my feet." he grunts in pain as she steps onto his face, her toes curling as she grinds the last of the dirt into his skin. "this is what you signed up for, doormat. a year of this." she lifts her foot just enough to let him gasp for air before slamming it back down. "now open up." she turns him into a recliner —knees up, back flat, his body contorted into a living piece of furniture. she lounges on his stomach, her ass pressing into his ribs as she leans back, stretching her legs out and planting her filthy feet directly onto his face. "mmm, perfect," she sighs, wiggling her toes against his lips. "just like a real doormat." she cuts off his air, smothering him completely, her soles sealing over his nose and mouth. his body bucks beneath her, desperate for oxygen, but she doesn’t relent. "you’re mine now," she reminds him, her voice a dark purr. "my personal foot rag." she lifts slightly, just enough to let him choke out a breath before jamming her foot into his mouth. "suck," she commands, pushing deeper, deeper, until his jaw aches and his throat burns. "get it clean." he gags. he screams. she doesn’t care. the flogger bites into his skin again, the leather strands leaving red welts across his chest, his thighs, his cock. "shut the fuck up," she snaps, twisting her foot in his mouth. "your only job is to clean my feet." she trades feet, then shoves both into his mouth, stretching his jaw obscenely wide. his screams are muffled, useless. she owns them. she owns him. "that’s it," she croons, rocking her feet back and forth, using his mouth like a washbasin. "get it sparkling." she presses down harder, her toes hitting the back of his throat, making him gag, making him suffer. "you’re not done until my feet are spotless and your breath smells like fucking dirt." and when she s finally satisfied—when his tongue is raw, his throat is sore, and his pride is destroyed—she stands, wiping the last of the grime onto his cheek. "same time tomorrow, doormat," she says, unbuckling the cuffs with a dismissive flick. "don’t be late." she leaves him there, gasping, broken, his mind racing with the horrifying truth: he signed for a year. and she s just getting started. ]]> Sat 07 Feb 2026 17:55:23 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1567249/dirt-sucking-doormat-hd-1080p-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/1305319/sweaty-stinky-foot-freak-hd-4k-mp4/
"you posted my pictures online? now you're going to learn what it feels like to be objectified, you fucking pig!" queen niki bursts through the door, her 5'10" amazonian frame clad in white booty shorts and a crop top that shows off her perfect waist and long legs. she shoves her phone in his face, proof of his betrayal glowing on the screen. "i saw all of the pictures you posted of me online, you fucking pig." his face pales as he starts stammering excuses, but she cuts him off with a glare. "i'm going to show these to your wife and boss, and i'm calling the police." he drops to his knees, begging her not to, whining about his probation. "i'll do anything!" he sobs. she smirks down at him, crossing her arms. "oh, we'll see about that. put your hands behind your back." as he hesitates, she snaps, "did i tell you to speak? shut up!" she grabs his wrists, tying them behind his back with his own exercise bands. "you don't deserve to see my perfect body." with that, she yanks a blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "you're gonna be my chair," she declares, straddling his face and lowering her booty shorts-covered ass onto his nose and mouth. he gags and squirms, but she grinds down harder. "because you're so far beneath me." she turns around, now smothering him with her booty shorts-covered pussy, using his thighs as a footrest while he chokes on her scent. "you're gonna learn how to respect women," she growls, shifting her weight to cut off his air. "you want to treat women's bodies like objects? you're gonna find out what it feels like to be objectified, you fucking pig!" she peels off her sweaty socks, days old and reeking. "smell my stinky sweaty feet," she commands, shoving one into his face. "how do those socks taste? i've been wearing them for days." he gags at the smell, but she rubbs it all over his face, making him inhale deeply. "now suck my sweaty, stinky feet clean, pig boy," she orders, pulling the sock off and pressing her bare foot against his lips. "that's all you're good for." "stick out your tongue," she demands, "so i can wipe my feet on it." as he obeyes, she scrubs her soles across his tongue. "you're just a doormat." she spreads her toes apart, pinching his nose with them. "take it pig," she sneers, jamming her foot down his throat until he gags repeatedly. she makes him get on the ground, using him as her carpet as she walks on his body. he grunts in pain, but she ignores him, putting a foot in his face. "you're not done yet, foot pig." she steps on his chest, causing his knees to up and sitting on his body, using his knees as a backrest. "open your mouth, doormat," she commands, shoving her entire foot down his throat. "good bitch," she purrs, pushing it deeper and deeper as he gags and gags. she puts a foot behind his head, using it for leverage to cram her foot even deeper. "get my foot farther down your throat." finally, she pulls her foot out, leaving him gasping. "i'm going to change," she says, standing over him, "and when i come back, you're going to learn a new lesson in serving me." ]]> Tue 09 Sep 2025 13:24:27 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1305319/sweaty-stinky-foot-freak-hd-4k-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/1304883/sweaty-stinky-foot-freak-hd-1080p-mp4/
"you posted my pictures online? now you're going to learn what it feels like to be objectified, you fucking pig!" queen niki bursts through the door, her 5'10" amazonian frame clad in white booty shorts and a crop top that shows off her perfect waist and long legs. she shoves her phone in his face, proof of his betrayal glowing on the screen. "i saw all of the pictures you posted of me online, you fucking pig." his face pales as he starts stammering excuses, but she cuts him off with a glare. "i'm going to show these to your wife and boss, and i'm calling the police." he drops to his knees, begging her not to, whining about his probation. "i'll do anything!" he sobs. she smirks down at him, crossing her arms. "oh, we'll see about that. put your hands behind your back." as he hesitates, she snaps, "did i tell you to speak? shut up!" she grabs his wrists, tying them behind his back with his own exercise bands. "you don't deserve to see my perfect body." with that, she yanks a blindfold over his eyes, plunging him into darkness. "you're gonna be my chair," she declares, straddling his face and lowering her booty shorts-covered ass onto his nose and mouth. he gags and squirms, but she grinds down harder. "because you're so far beneath me." she turns around, now smothering him with her booty shorts-covered pussy, using his thighs as a footrest while he chokes on her scent. "you're gonna learn how to respect women," she growls, shifting her weight to cut off his air. "you want to treat women's bodies like objects? you're gonna find out what it feels like to be objectified, you fucking pig!" she peels off her sweaty socks, days old and reeking. "smell my stinky sweaty feet," she commands, shoving one into his face. "how do those socks taste? i've been wearing them for days." he gags at the smell, but she rubbs it all over his face, making him inhale deeply. "now suck my sweaty, stinky feet clean, pig boy," she orders, pulling the sock off and pressing her bare foot against his lips. "that's all you're good for." "stick out your tongue," she demands, "so i can wipe my feet on it." as he obeyes, she scrubs her soles across his tongue. "you're just a doormat." she spreads her toes apart, pinching his nose with them. "take it pig," she sneers, jamming her foot down his throat until he gags repeatedly. she makes him get on the ground, using him as her carpet as she walks on his body. he grunts in pain, but she ignores him, putting a foot in his face. "you're not done yet, foot pig." she steps on his chest, causing his knees to up and sitting on his body, using his knees as a backrest. "open your mouth, doormat," she commands, shoving her entire foot down his throat. "good bitch," she purrs, pushing it deeper and deeper as he gags and gags. she puts a foot behind his head, using it for leverage to cram her foot even deeper. "get my foot farther down your throat." finally, she pulls her foot out, leaving him gasping. "i'm going to change," she says, standing over him, "and when i come back, you're going to learn a new lesson in serving me." ]]> Mon 08 Sep 2025 18:45:25 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1304883/sweaty-stinky-foot-freak-hd-1080p-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/671819/male-face-female-chair-hd-4k-mp4/
Mistress natalie has her new slave chained down on his back to an ottoman with a blindfold on as she approaches him wearing a white thong bikini that highlights her perfect, tanned, fitness-model body, her flat, toned stomach and tats. she towers over him as she explains to him: "as an inferior male, you belong under me at all times. so i'm gonna train you to be more useful to me and superior women. i'm going to train you to be my furniture!" he can't see and is confused, not understanding what she's talking about. he starts asking her: "i, i don't know what you mean prince....." his words are cut off as she walks over to his head, unbeknownst to him as she straddles his face and suddenly sits down on his face, smothering him with her white bikini-covered pussy. she sits down on his face with her full weight, his nose pushed up into her camel toe. she leans forward to seal his airways as she starts counting: "one, two, three, four, five...." she counts to ten and then sits up, the slave gasping for air as she glowers down at him. she asks him: "you liked that, huh?" he doesn't answer he so she reaches down and delivers a vicious, cracking slap to his face, making him cry out and yell out: "yes princess! thank yo..." she sits on his face again, harder this time, she leans back onto his body, lifting up a leg as she counts up to twenty seconds, sitting up again he's more frantic, gasping and panting hard for air as she walks around the ottoman and climbs up onto it, her feet straddling his body, she stands over him and leans down as he cries out to ask her: "why are you doing this?" "because i fucking want to! you're going to be furniture. and furniture doesn't talk!" she pulls back and delivers an even harder face slap, rocking the slave's head and making him scream in pain and shock. she just laughs and turns around, sitting down hard onto his face with her perfect ass, his nose splitting her ass cheeks as she settles her full weight onto his face. she gets up briefly off of his face and looks back: "now what are you?" "human furniture princess!" she just sits right back down onto his face, his nose and mouth completely sealed by her perfect ass. she starts counting again, but the slave's head starts moving. she sits up suddenly, looking down at him with a scowl: "furniture doesn't move!" she steps off the ottoman and drops her bikini-covered pussy down onto his face again. she starts counting again, but this time ignores his struggling as she takes leans back onto his body, relaxing with her arms over her head. as she gets up to 25 seconds he starts moving around but she ignores it until she sits up and starts coughing and sputtering for air. when he doesn't thank her, she slaps his face again asking: "now what the fuck do you say?" "thank you princess natalie!" "that's better, bitch!" she climbs back up onto the ottoman sits her ass back onto his face again, but this time with her long, tanned legs sitting fully on his body so her weight is centered on her, his face crushed inside her crack. she keeps upping the time, changing positions to put more pressure on his face and ensure that no air passes into his lungs. she gets him up over a full minute, his face red from lack of oxygen, he coughs and wheezes for breath as she just impatiently waits a few seconds for him to breathe again. she then sits on his face again and starts counting as the clip fades out. ]]> Sat 07 Sep 2024 14:22:43 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/671819/male-face-female-chair-hd-4k-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/671816/male-face-female-chair-hd-1080p-mp4/
Mistress natalie has her new slave chained down on his back to an ottoman with a blindfold on as she approaches him wearing a white thong bikini that highlights her perfect, tanned, fitness-model body, her flat, toned stomach and tats. she towers over him as she explains to him: "as an inferior male, you belong under me at all times. so i'm gonna train you to be more useful to me and superior women. i'm going to train you to be my furniture!" he can't see and is confused, not understanding what she's talking about. he starts asking her: "i, i don't know what you mean prince....." his words are cut off as she walks over to his head, unbeknownst to him as she straddles his face and suddenly sits down on his face, smothering him with her white bikini-covered pussy. she sits down on his face with her full weight, his nose pushed up into her camel toe. she leans forward to seal his airways as she starts counting: "one, two, three, four, five...." she counts to ten and then sits up, the slave gasping for air as she glowers down at him. she asks him: "you liked that, huh?" he doesn't answer he so she reaches down and delivers a vicious, cracking slap to his face, making him cry out and yell out: "yes princess! thank yo..." she sits on his face again, harder this time, she leans back onto his body, lifting up a leg as she counts up to twenty seconds, sitting up again he's more frantic, gasping and panting hard for air as she walks around the ottoman and climbs up onto it, her feet straddling his body, she stands over him and leans down as he cries out to ask her: "why are you doing this?" "because i fucking want to! you're going to be furniture. and furniture doesn't talk!" she pulls back and delivers an even harder face slap, rocking the slave's head and making him scream in pain and shock. she just laughs and turns around, sitting down hard onto his face with her perfect ass, his nose splitting her ass cheeks as she settles her full weight onto his face. she gets up briefly off of his face and looks back: "now what are you?" "human furniture princess!" she just sits right back down onto his face, his nose and mouth completely sealed by her perfect ass. she starts counting again, but the slave's head starts moving. she sits up suddenly, looking down at him with a scowl: "furniture doesn't move!" she steps off the ottoman and drops her bikini-covered pussy down onto his face again. she starts counting again, but this time ignores his struggling as she takes leans back onto his body, relaxing with her arms over her head. as she gets up to 25 seconds he starts moving around but she ignores it until she sits up and starts coughing and sputtering for air. when he doesn't thank her, she slaps his face again asking: "now what the fuck do you say?" "thank you princess natalie!" "that's better, bitch!" she climbs back up onto the ottoman sits her ass back onto his face again, but this time with her long, tanned legs sitting fully on his body so her weight is centered on her, his face crushed inside her crack. she keeps upping the time, changing positions to put more pressure on his face and ensure that no air passes into his lungs. she gets him up over a full minute, his face red from lack of oxygen, he coughs and wheezes for breath as she just impatiently waits a few seconds for him to breathe again. she then sits on his face again and starts counting as the clip fades out. ]]> Sat 07 Sep 2024 14:22:11 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/671816/male-face-female-chair-hd-1080p-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/475301/your-name-is-double-yoga-mat-8-hd-4k-mp4/
Miss kaitlyn has her friend, 18-year-old queen sirena over for a workout, they both walk into the living room where miss kaitlyn has her slave, laying on its back on the floor, secured by leather straps all over. she's trying to educate the young female supremacist on the many ways to use a male slave. they're both wearing short, camel-toed booty shorts and crop tops as they approach the slave, miss kaitlyn kicks it awake: "wake the fuck up slave! this is queen sirena, greet her like the superior female she is. her and i are going to use you as a yoga mat today. hopefully i can finally get some fucking use out of you, worthless fucking slave!" queen sirena straddles the slave's head with both of her feet and has miss kaitlyn do the same at the slave's waist. queen sirena says: "the first one is called the 'frog position'. you're gonna start by putting your knees on the ground, then put your knees out wide to stretch your hips out as far as you can" queen sirena puts her knees on either side of the slave's head, then spreads her knees apart, flattening the slave's face under her amazing, booty-shorts covered ass, while miss kaitlyn does the same on the slave's body, they lean forward over the slave's body, facing each other: "get a nice stretch out here-ahhhh, yeah, that's good. now let's sit up and straighten our spines" she sits back up on the slave's face, smothering it again, then stretches forward again. then they lean to the side, still sitting upright and smothering it again. they stand up again for a stretch, using the slave's head and crotch as foot rests. then miss kaitlyn climbs on the slave's chest and has queen sirena climb on the slave's legs: "let's do the downward dog on the slave. it's appropriate for this sub-human" they put their arms in the air and link fingers, then bend down with their hands together while both standing on the slave's body. it grunts under the pressure as they take their time, crushing the slave under their full weight. then miss kaitlyn says: "let's take turns doing squats on the slave's face. we can make the pig count each one, kiss our asses and then thank us" miss kaitlyn straddles the slave's face and starts doing squats on its face, making it kiss it count, kiss her ass and thank her for each one. she does a series of them, then rests on the slave's face, smothering it with her full weight while queen sirena relaxes on the slave's legs, using it as the yoga mat they're training it to be. it gasps for air as miss kaitlyn sits up, completely oblivious to the slave's desperate gulping of air as she sits up and let's queen sirena try it. miss kaitlyn stretches out on her back, laying on the slave's legs with her petitie but shapely young body, resting her feet on its crotch. queen sirena says: "i don't think this bitch appreciates what we're doing for it, i think it should beg me to squat on its face with my sweaty ass" she smacks the slave's chest with her hand, leaving a bright red mark and making the slave beg pathetically for her to use it as the yoga mat that it is. she sits down on its face to stop if from babbling, smashing its face under her bubble butt. she starts doing a series of squats, making the slave beg for more and punishing it when she doesn't think it's sincere enough. then they decide to end the yoga session with a double squat over the slave's face. "worship our asses slave! even when you're under me, i want to feel your fucking lips kissing me in gratitude, do you fucking hear me?" they grind on the slave's face with their booty-short covered pussy's and asses. then queen sirena says: "let's relax on the slave - we'll use it as nap mat!" they both lay on the slave, queen sirena putting its head in a leg lock, then laying down to rest while miss kaitlyn does the same, resting on the slave's body. ]]> Mon 01 Apr 2024 06:52:53 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/475301/your-name-is-double-yoga-mat-8-hd-4k-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/475300/your-name-is-double-yoga-mat-8-hd-1080p-mp4/
Miss kaitlyn has her friend, 18-year-old queen sirena over for a workout, they both walk into the living room where miss kaitlyn has her slave, laying on its back on the floor, secured by leather straps all over. she's trying to educate the young female supremacist on the many ways to use a male slave. they're both wearing short, camel-toed booty shorts and crop tops as they approach the slave, miss kaitlyn kicks it awake: "wake the fuck up slave! this is queen sirena, greet her like the superior female she is. her and i are going to use you as a yoga mat today. hopefully i can finally get some fucking use out of you, worthless fucking slave!" queen sirena straddles the slave's head with both of her feet and has miss kaitlyn do the same at the slave's waist. queen sirena says: "the first one is called the 'frog position'. you're gonna start by putting your knees on the ground, then put your knees out wide to stretch your hips out as far as you can" queen sirena puts her knees on either side of the slave's head, then spreads her knees apart, flattening the slave's face under her amazing, booty-shorts covered ass, while miss kaitlyn does the same on the slave's body, they lean forward over the slave's body, facing each other: "get a nice stretch out here-ahhhh, yeah, that's good. now let's sit up and straighten our spines" she sits back up on the slave's face, smothering it again, then stretches forward again. then they lean to the side, still sitting upright and smothering it again. they stand up again for a stretch, using the slave's head and crotch as foot rests. then miss kaitlyn climbs on the slave's chest and has queen sirena climb on the slave's legs: "let's do the downward dog on the slave. it's appropriate for this sub-human" they put their arms in the air and link fingers, then bend down with their hands together while both standing on the slave's body. it grunts under the pressure as they take their time, crushing the slave under their full weight. then miss kaitlyn says: "let's take turns doing squats on the slave's face. we can make the pig count each one, kiss our asses and then thank us" miss kaitlyn straddles the slave's face and starts doing squats on its face, making it kiss it count, kiss her ass and thank her for each one. she does a series of them, then rests on the slave's face, smothering it with her full weight while queen sirena relaxes on the slave's legs, using it as the yoga mat they're training it to be. it gasps for air as miss kaitlyn sits up, completely oblivious to the slave's desperate gulping of air as she sits up and let's queen sirena try it. miss kaitlyn stretches out on her back, laying on the slave's legs with her petitie but shapely young body, resting her feet on its crotch. queen sirena says: "i don't think this bitch appreciates what we're doing for it, i think it should beg me to squat on its face with my sweaty ass" she smacks the slave's chest with her hand, leaving a bright red mark and making the slave beg pathetically for her to use it as the yoga mat that it is. she sits down on its face to stop if from babbling, smashing its face under her bubble butt. she starts doing a series of squats, making the slave beg for more and punishing it when she doesn't think it's sincere enough. then they decide to end the yoga session with a double squat over the slave's face. "worship our asses slave! even when you're under me, i want to feel your fucking lips kissing me in gratitude, do you fucking hear me?" they grind on the slave's face with their booty-short covered pussy's and asses. then queen sirena says: "let's relax on the slave - we'll use it as nap mat!" they both lay on the slave, queen sirena putting its head in a leg lock, then laying down to rest while miss kaitlyn does the same, resting on the slave's body. ]]> Mon 01 Apr 2024 06:52:49 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/475300/your-name-is-double-yoga-mat-8-hd-1080p-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/261725/real-slave-training-mistress-ziva-fey-dirty-foot-cleaning-human-furniture-hd-4k-mp4/
Mistress, ziva fey has been walking around shopping all day and is sweaty, dirty, hungry and tired. so naturally when she comes home, she wants to relax. she has her slave who is chained and hobbled lay on the floor with its knees up, to serve as her chair, footstool and dirty foot cleaner. she’s wearing a red leotard and heels as she carries her dinner on a plate and sits down on the slaves body, using its hands to rest her spiked heels on.  “ok bitch, you’re obviously aware of your role as human furniture. but you obviously serve other roles as well” she has a slave take off, each heel with its mouth, which she’s obviously worn all day as her feet are smeared with dirt in sweat. “i’ve been walking around all day and i’m starving. but my feet are filthy dirty. so, you’ll eat my dirty feet while i eat my dinner and watch tv. begin”   using its tongue as a doormat, she wipes the sole of each foot back and forth, extricating the dirt and sweat ground into them by her spiked heels. mistress ziva heartily digs in to her pizza dinner, laughing at the show on tv and completely ignoring her slaves efforts while it slurps noisily on her sweaty, nasty feet.   “ok bitch you got the grime off the soles. now open that foot cleaning hole and start cleaning the dirt from in between my toes“ she starts pushing her foot down its throat while it struggles to keep up, whipping its thighs and sides with her red riding crop as motivation.  “this is your only purpose. the only thing you’re good for. serving as my chair and consuming my body’s dirt and waste. i hope you’re grateful for this privilege, pig” she pushes each of her heels down into its mouth. “polish my heels foot bitch, make sure they’re extra shiny” she finishes her dinner, sets the plate down, leans back on the slave’s knees and starts catching up on her social media while the slave, lovingly, licks every inch of her, now clean, feet. finally satisfied she sits up and orders the slave: “ok bitch, go run me a hot bath and clean up these fucking dirty dishes”   ]]> Tue 10 Oct 2023 11:52:18 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/261725/real-slave-training-mistress-ziva-fey-dirty-foot-cleaning-human-furniture-hd-4k-mp4/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/261723/real-slave-training-mistress-ziva-fey-dirty-foot-cleaning-human-hd-1080p-mp4/
Mistress, ziva fey has been walking around shopping all day and is sweaty, dirty, hungry and tired. so naturally when she comes home, she wants to relax. she has her slave who is chained and hobbled lay on the floor with its knees up, to serve as her chair, footstool and dirty foot cleaner. she’s wearing a red leotard and heels as she carries her dinner on a plate and sits down on the slaves body, using its hands to rest her spiked heels on.  “ok bitch, you’re obviously aware of your role as human furniture. but you obviously serve other roles as well” she has a slave take off, each heel with its mouth, which she’s obviously worn all day as her feet are smeared with dirt in sweat. “i’ve been walking around all day and i’m starving. but my feet are filthy dirty. so, you’ll eat my dirty feet while i eat my dinner and watch tv. begin”   using its tongue as a doormat, she wipes the sole of each foot back and forth, extricating the dirt and sweat ground into them by her spiked heels. mistress ziva heartily digs in to her pizza dinner, laughing at the show on tv and completely ignoring her slaves efforts while it slurps noisily on her sweaty, nasty feet.   “ok bitch you got the grime off the soles. now open that foot cleaning hole and start cleaning the dirt from in between my toes“ she starts pushing her foot down its throat while it struggles to keep up, whipping its thighs and sides with her red riding crop as motivation.  “this is your only purpose. the only thing you’re good for. serving as my chair and consuming my body’s dirt and waste. i hope you’re grateful for this privilege, pig” she pushes each of her heels down into its mouth. “polish my heels foot bitch, make sure they’re extra shiny” she finishes her dinner, sets the plate down, leans back on the slave’s knees and starts catching up on her social media while the slave, lovingly, licks every inch of her, now clean, feet. finally satisfied she sits up and orders the slave: “ok bitch, go run me a hot bath and clean up these fucking dirty dishes”   ]]> Tue 10 Oct 2023 11:52:10 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/261723/real-slave-training-mistress-ziva-fey-dirty-foot-cleaning-human-hd-1080p-mp4/