Miss Dula - You are my human toilet
The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls as Miss Dula walked in. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves, emphasizing her hourglass figure. In one hand, she held a pack of cigarettes, which she slid into the pocket of her dress before taking a seat on the chair in front of the camera.
"Hello, my little toy," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Tonight, you will be my human toilet."
She lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag before blowing the smoke ring towards the camera. It was a seductive move, meant to entice the viewer into her world of filth and depravity.
"Now," she continued, "you must take off your clothes. Slowly, like always. I want to savor every moment."
Obeying her command, the person behind the camera began to remove their clothes. Their movements were slow and deliberate, as if they were caught in Miss Dula's web. The camera zoomed in on their exposed flesh, capturing every drop of sweat and muscle tension.
As they were naked, Miss Dula gestured for them to kneel down in front of her. She leaned forward, her bare breasts grazing against their cheek. They could feel her warm breath on their skin, sending shivers down their spine.
"Now," she whispered hoarsely, "you must open wide."
The person knelt before her obediently, opening their mouth as instructed. Their eyes widened in fear and anticipation as they saw what was coming next.
Miss Dula took a large piece of excrement between her fingers and pushed it into the person's mouth. It was thick and slimy, coating their tongue as it went down their throat. The camera zoomed in on their face, capturing every expression of disgust and humiliation.
But this was just the beginning. Miss Dula continued to fill the person's mouth with her feces, giggling wickedly all the while. She leaned back in her chair, smoke curling around her face as she watched them choke on her filth.
"Isn't it delicious?" she asked mockingly, glancing down at the camera. "You know you love it."
The person couldn't speak, their mouth too full of Miss Dula's waste. All they could do was nod, tears streaming down their face.
And so it continued, for what felt like an eternity. Miss Dula filled their mouth with her feces, giggling all the while. She took pleasure in their humiliation, in the power she held over them.
Finally, she stood up, her dress pooling around her feet. She was covered in sweat, but she looked utterly satisfied.
"Thank you, my little toy," she purred, blowing another smoke ring towards the camera. "That was quite the performance."
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving the person kneeling on the floor, covered in her waste. The camera stayed focused on their face, capturing their tears and trembling as the reality of what they had just been through sank in.
