Miss Dula, a stunningly beautiful woman with long legs and an irresistible body, owned a slave who'd fallen under her spell. One day, she commanded him to come to her chamber wearing only a collar around his neck. As he entered, he noticed that she sat on a toilet chair with her bare behind pointing towards him.
"Kneel before me, you pathetic excuse for a man," she ordered in a cold, commanding tone. The slave instantly obeyed and knelt before her, gazing up at her with fear and anticipation written all over his face.
Miss Dula looked down at him with a cruel smile curling her lips. "I'm in the mood to feed you, slave," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Without further ado, she began to move her bowels directly into his awaiting mouth. The smell of her feces filled the air as he struggled to swallow the massive mouthful of shit she'd just deposited.
"Do you like my taste?" She asked mockingly, pushing his head further into her crotch. "Because I can make you eat more if you don't show gratitude for your meal." She added, grabbing a handful of his hair and forcing him to take in yet another massive amount of her feces.
After a while, Miss Dula pulled out of his mouth, and the slave collapsed onto the ground, gagging and choking from the overwhelming taste of feces in his mouth. But he had to recover quickly because she wasn't finished with him yet.
"Now, slave, use this filth and anything left inside you to masturbate and please me," she commanded, her voice filling the chamber. The slave looked up at her, fear and desperation flashing through his eyes. "Do not disappoint me." She warned, raising an eyebrow.
With trembling hands, he reached down and began to rub his cock against the mess she'd left on the floor. The taste of feces mixed with his own precum as he enjoyed the perverse pleasure of masturbating with his own feces acting as a lubricant.
"Soon, slave," Miss Dula said in a low voice, watching his every move intently. "I can see that you are enjoying this... filth." She added with a cruel smile.
The slave moaned loudly as he felt himself getting closer to climaxing. He could feel the intensity of his desire mixed with the shame and humiliation of what he was doing. But he couldn't stop, not now.
"Cum for me, slave," Miss Dula demanded, her voice now laced with cold excitement. The slave didn't hesitate a moment longer. He shook violently as he released his load all over himself and the mess he'd created on the floor.
As he lay there, panting heavily, Miss Dula walked around him, admiring her handiwork. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his cum-covered hair, pulling his face up to meet hers. "From now on, remember that this is your place," she whispered harshly before spinning around and walking away, leaving him covered in a mixture of his own cum and feces.
