Tulips Turd Tunnel - Weekend Below Tulip & June
Studio: Tulips Turd Tunnel
Tulip and June were two beautiful and confident women who loved to rule their men. They had decided to spend a weekend shitting on a toilet together, giving their men a chance to experience firsthand what it felt like to be underneath their women's control.
On the first day of the weekend, Miss Tulip took her seat and gleefully glared at the trembling toilet beneath her. She had always believed that men belonged below women's bums, and this was her chance to prove it. Tulip slowly unfastened her pants, gave the toilet a wink, and proceeded to release a hot, stinky load onto its awaiting bowl.
As she finished up and pulled her pants back up, Tulip smiled down at the toilet, "That's one load for you, sweetheart. You're lucky to have us girls sharing you. Now, you can clean up and wait for your next turn." Tulip strutted away, leaving the toilet gasping for air underneath her powerful aroma.
The next day, Sunday, it was Miss June's turn to sit on the toilet. She had been looking forward to this all weekend and couldn't wait to fill the toilet up with her own stinky shit. As she gleefully climbed onto the toilet, she gave it an amused look before pulling her pants back down and starting to shit.
June's reason for shitting on men was different from Tulip's. She believed that it was fun for women and fun for men too. She chuckled to herself as the toilet quivered underneath her, knowing that her shit wasn't as stinky as Tulip's but also knowing that her fellow women wouldn't accept anything less than a stinky load from their queen.
After finishing her business, June pulled up her pants and gave the toilet a slap on the side, "Good boy, you listened well. Now, go and clean yourself off properly." She stood up, revealing her perfect, slightly stained underwear, and walked away with an air of satisfaction.
The toilet spent the rest of the weekend under the shitting bums of Tulip and June, taking in every load that was delivered to it. It was a humbling experience for the toilet, but it knew that this was its purpose. As the weekend drew to a close, the toilet was left clean and smelling fresh, eagerly awaiting its next turn beneath the powerful asses of its mistresses.
