Miss Dula: A Dominatrix's Urgent Need for a Human Toilet
Miss Dula, a ruthless and powerful dominatrix, had been pushing her young slave to the limits of endurance. She had subjected him to hours of humiliation, pain, and pleasure, leaving him utterly exhausted and eager to please. As her body demanded relief, she decided it was time to use him for another purpose - as her human toilet.
With a dismissive wave of her hand, Miss Dula freed her slave from his restraints. His body ached in anticipation of her next command as he knelt before her, focused entirely on his mistress's needs. She smiled cruelly, knowing that he would do anything she asked without hesitation.
"Prepare yourself," she commanded, her voice cold and stern. "Your mistress needs to relieve herself."
The slave nodded eagerly, his mind already filled with images of what was to come. He feverishly kissed Miss Dula's boots, showing his complete submission and devotion. As he opened his mouth to taste her, she lifted her skirt slightly, revealing a pair of black lace-trimmed panties that were already damp with anticipation.
Without further hesitation, Miss Dula lowered herself onto her slave's face, positioning his mouth over her swollen sex. He took in her scent - a combination of sweat, fear, and arousal - as he began to taste her essence. She gyrated her hips, pushing her wetness deeper into his mouth as he struggled to swallow every drop.
As she rode his face, Miss Dula reached down and grabbed hold of his micro penis. She sneered at its pathetic size, but knew that it still had the power to bring her pleasure. She gave it a gentle tug, encouraging him to stiffen it within his hand. And as he began to masturbate himself, she leaned forward, her weight pressing down on him.
"Cum for your mistress, slave," she growled. "Let me feel your pathetic pleasure as I relieve myself."
With a groan of submission, the slave obeyed, his fingers working furiously as he approached orgasm. Miss Dula could feel his cock twitching beneath her thumb as she rode out her own climax on his face. And finally, with a cry of release, she yanked his hand away and allowed her slave to cum, covering her hand in a sticky mess.
As she stood up, Miss Dula adjusted her soaked panties, a cruel smile playing on her lips. She knew that her slave would be ready to serve her again, whenever she needed him. And in that moment, she felt more powerful than ever before.
