Over 30 Minutes of extreme humiliation! Pure, unfiltered degradation where my sl*ve truly s*ffers, no faking!

This extreme femdom humiliation scene was a custom request from the twisted imagination of one of my fans— honestly it was hard to even find a video sl*ve willing to agree to it lmao. But that’s what sets my content apart, I hand-pick video sl*ves who truly dread the punishments I dish out. In this multi-part fetish masterpiece, my pathetic sl*ve kneels on the floor, hands tied behind his back, serving as my personal human wastebasket. Locked in a dog cone of shame, every drop of filth I unleash stays trapped around his head, while a ring gag holds his mouth open ensuring he tastes every disgusting drop.

It starts with a relentless torrent of spit—saliva, phlegm, and gooey loogies raining down on his face. I channel my inner ‘HAWK TOOAH’ and spit on that thang, coating him in slimy humiliation. Next, I snack on chocolate-covered pretzels, bread rolls, and spicy hot chips, chewing them into thick, sticky globs to spit on his face. The spicy mess drips into his eyes, leaving him whimpering and crying as the heat b*rns his skin for the entire session.

After I’ve had my fill of snacks, the humiliation ramps up even more when I decide to brush my teeth and unleash a torrent of nasty spitty toothpaste onto his st*pid, slimy face. He looks so ridiculous I have to whip out my phone, recording his pathetic, gooey disgrace while ridiculing him mercilessly before bl*wing my nose on his face and stuffing his mouth with snotty tissues. Yuck!

Next, I peel off my red stockings, revealing my dirty, sweaty feet (unwashed for days just for this scene!) I make him to worship my grimy toes, smearing the thick, sticky muck from his face into his mouth as he l*cks. Then, I grab my ped-egg for an impromptu pedicure, grinding away and making it rain foot dust onto his disgusting face before emptying the entire ped-egg collector over him and showing you a close-up of the gritty foot filth dusting his open tongue and mixing with the slimy mess. Yuck! Throughout the whole scene I keep spitting on him and sometimes can’t resist digging into more snacks and adding fresh globs of sticky goo to coat his face with! This is true extreme femdom at its most degrading!

I rob him of every last crumb of humanity in what I swear is one of the most debasing femdom scenes you’ll ever witness. He’s already a mess, plastered in layers of spit, snot, mucky food, toothpaste, and foot dust, but I’m not done shredding his soul. First, I turn him into my human ashtray, pulling out a jar I’ve been saving for weeks—piled high with stale cigarette butts and mountains of gray, powdery ashes. He hates this part, and it shows—his body tenses, his sobs turn to ragged gasps as I tip the jar over his head. The ashes cascade down like a blizzard, sticking instantly to the wet, snotty goop on his face, burying him under a thick layer of filth. I’ve never seen anything so utterly debasing—his face literally disappears beneath this gritty, gray mask, my nasty old cigarette butts—yellowed and reeking of tar—clinging to the sticky mess like grotesque ornaments. It’s like he’s been ‘floured’ in some twisted college prank, but a million times nastier—the ash mixes with the loogies and chewed food, turning into a dense, clumpy sludge that hides his entire face!

By this point in the scene my sl*ve is a sobbing, sniveling wreck, every shred of dignity stripped away, and he knows the world will soon see this online (so I can earn money at his expense LMAO) But do I feel a flicker of mercy for his broken spirit? LOL not a chance—I’m an ice-cold sadist, and his tears are my fuel so I step back to admire my handiworg, singing ‘Big boys don’t cry’ in a taunting, singsong voice.

the grand finale? That’s where it gets truly extreme. I grab a glass and squat down for a POV sh*t—up close and personal—as I unleash my stinkiest morning p*ss, a dark, pungent stream of Goddess nectar I’ve been holding just for him. I pour the entire glass over his head, and oh, the way it h*ts that ash-covered mess is a sight to behold. The p*ss soaks into the dense layer of cigarette ashes and glop, turning it into a gray-brown slurry that runs down his face.His tears mix with the mess and I swear you can feel his spirit shatter as the weight of it all sinks in—helpless, humiliated, and now drenched in my stinky, sacred w*ste.

For the grand finale, it’s time to break his mind. I scoop up huge handfuls of the muck—wet, clumpy ash mixed with p*ss, snot, and chewed food, gritty with foot dust and studded with soggy cigarette butts—and smear it across his face and hair. Then I unzip his pants, exposing his pathetic l*ttle c*ck, and start a humiliating handjob right there as he kneels, helpless, still wearing the cone

My goal? To teach him gratitude for being coated in the w*ste of a perfect Goddess, to rewire his broken brain until he only associates *rgasms with being sm*thered in disgusting filth—because that’s all he deserves.

To him, this is the abyss—helplessly made to *rgasm in the most dehumanizing circumstances imaginable, his body trembling as I bring him closer and closer to cumming. Imagine the shame: kneeling in a puddle of my w*ste, face unrecognizable under layers of sticky, stinking filth, and yet his c*ck pulses, betraying every ounce of dignity he’s lost. I see him as complete garbage—less than human, a disposable thing—so it’s only fitting he feels it too. As my sl*ve, he’ll never c*m again without being transformed into this—a quivering pile of stinky garbage—because I’m training him to embrace his true nature.

His *rgasm h*ts—a weak, shuddering release—and I cackle as his body spasms, c*m mixing with the filth on his lap, a final mark of his surrender.

But the best part? The post-nut clarity h*ts him like a freight train. With no arousal left to numb the horror, he’s left kneeling there, fully aware of the foul mess engulfing him. I lean in close, hawk one last loogie—a thick, phlegmy gob—and spit it square in this nasty l*ttle freak’s ugly face and and I leave him there to stew in filth or however long I damn well please. Imagine how it feels now: no distraction, just the cold, wet, stinky reality of his predicament—the reeking stench of p*ss and cigarettes as all the snot and food glob dries out into a thick crust as my mocking laughter echoes in his ears. He’s pure garbage, and I’ve just made sure he’ll NEVER forget that!

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