Miss Dula - Miss Dula's Humiliating POV
The elite Miss Dula stood tall in her luxurious bathroom, a smirk on her perfect lips. She was Italian, and English wasn't her first language, but it didn't stop her from being commanding and assertive. Many have asked her to make a video where she uses them as a human toilet, and today, she's finally doing it for all those who can't come and serve her in real life.
"Now, you will be my human toilet," she announced boldly. "You will be degraded as a toilet deserves to be. The plate where I will shit will be your mouth, and you will have to open it wide to wait for everything I will give you, feeling humiliated and taking in, along with my shit, the insults that a human toilet deserves."
Dressed in a stunning black lace lingerie set that accentuated her voluptuous curves, Miss Dula strutted toward the camera, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. She gazed deeply into your eyes, transmitting a message of dominance and control.
"You're not worthy of even touching me," she scornfully spat. "You're a disgusting piece of shit. You don't deserve to breathe the same air as me. But you will do as I command, or else you'll be in for even more humiliation."
With that, Miss Dula positioned herself on the edge of the bath, spread her legs wide, and leaned back slightly, giving you a full view of her perfect derrière. She held a leash, which she casually tossed to you, indicating that you were to crawl toward her and worship her feet before she relieved herself on your face.
As you approached on your hands and knees, Miss Dula giggled softly, savoring the moment of power and control. She extended her foot, toes pointed, and commanded you to kiss it. You obliged, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on her perfect toenail polish.
"That's it, toilet," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Now, please, prepare yourself to be my human toilet. You will do your job well, or there will be consequences."
With that, Miss Dula bent over at the waist and grabbed hold of the hem of her lacy panties. She forced them down, revealing her supple behind to your eager gaze. You couldn't believe your luck–you were about to witness the most intimate moment of this gorgeous woman.
"Now, open your mouth," she commanded again, her voice soft but firm. "You're going to eat everything I give you, and you're going to enjoy it."
As Miss Dula teased you, lowering herself closer and closer to your face, you could feel your heart racing with anticipation. This was it–the moment you've been waiting for. You opened your mouth wide, eagerly awaiting her first deposit of humiliation.
Miss Dula chuckled darkly, amused by your eagerness. She positioned her perfect derriere directly above your open mouth and let out a satisfied sigh. Then, with a slow and steady force, she released her bowels onto your waiting tongue.
"Ahh, that's better," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "You like that, don't you, toilet?"
You groaned in response, taking in her hot, steaming feces as if it were the most exquisite delicacy. You couldn't believe how much you were enjoying being her human toilet. But you knew that this was only the beginning.
