It's been an amazing day for slave. He had been preparing for tonight's special session with his Mistress, Miss Dula. Slave's duties consisted of worshiping every inch of his Mistress's divine body and enduring the humiliation she had in store for him. Slave knew that he was at the mercy of his Mistress and that he was to be used as nothing more than a toilet with a huge dildo up his arse.
The anticipation was almost too much for slave to bear as he waited for the sound of his Mistress's sexy heels clicking against the floor. He couldn't help but picture her long, slender legs encased in black fishnet stockings and leather boots. His heart raced as she finally stepped into the room, casting a seductive glance over her shoulder at him.
"Are you ready for your special treatment?" she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Yes, Mistress," slave replied, his voice quavering slightly.
Miss Dula walked over to where slave was kneeling and slowly unzipped her latex dress, revealing her glistening wet crotch. She reached down and grabbed a large funnel, which she placed gently against her shaven snatch. Then with a wicked gleam in her eye, she turned to face slave.
"Tonight, you are going to receive two gifts from me," she purred. "The first gift is going to be my farts. You see, I've been eating extra-spicy food today, and my stomach is about to burst with toxic gas. So for the next hour, you will breathe in my farts through this funnel."
With that, Miss Dula guided the edge of the funnel against slave's lips. He knew what he had to do and opened his mouth wide, feeling the warm rush of air fill his mouth. The farts were indeed strong and pungent, causing slave's eyes to water as he attempted to keep them contained within the funnel.
However, as much as slave disliked the smell, there was an element of humiliation that turned him on. He couldn't help but feel aroused by the degrading task he had been assigned. Meanwhile, Miss Dula watched on, taking pleasure in her slave's discomfort while fondling herself beneath her dress.
After what seemed like an eternity, Miss Dula removed the funnel from slave's mouth. "That was just the warm-up," she whispered menacingly. "Now it's time for you to make yourself cum."
Slave knew what this meant - he had to contort his body until he was upside down, his asshole in the air, and cum into his own mouth. He did as he was told, feeling his face turn red from the effort. His cock throbbed as he approached the point of no return.
"Make sure you taste every drop," Miss Dula ordered, her voice laced with seduction.
As slave felt his orgasm approaching, he knew there was no escape for him. No matter how humiliating or degrading the task, he was bound to please his Mistress until the very end. And so he emptied his balls into his mouth, savoring every last drop of his cum as it flooded his stomach.
It was only after he had finished cumming that Miss Dula finally released him from his position. Slave collapsed onto the floor, spent and exhausted but incredibly aroused by the events that had just unfolded. He could only hope that his Mistress would continue to treat him with such unbridled cruelty in the future.
