Miss Dula's Consuming Antics: A Slave's Forced Champagne Binge
The setting of this erotic tale is a dimly lit room where two dominatrix friends, Miss Dula and her companion, plan to engage in an indulgent session with their slave. Their objective: to force-feed the unsuspecting submissive an excessive amount of champagne until he can hold no more.
Miss Dula, clad in her signature latex dominatrix attire, stands before a towering repast of fine champagne. Her eyes gleam with wicked delight as she surveys the ample supply, knowing full well that this particular adventure will require more than just a taste.
She instructs her companion to secure the blindfold around the slave's eyes, ensuring he cannot see what lies ahead. Then, she takes charge, preparing her tools of the trade. Out comes the funnel—large enough to fit snugly over the slave's mouth—and a pair of gloves, meant to protect her delicate fingertips from the cold bubbles about to be unleashed.
Miss Dula approaches the trembling slave, her high-heeled boots clacking against the hardwood floor in a rhythmic cadence that sends shivers down his spine. She positions the funnel just below his open mouth, its wide rim ready to capture every drop of the golden liquid within.
With a slow, steady hand, she begins pouring the champagne into the funnel, watching as it cascades down in an unbroken stream. The bubbles rise and burst against the slave's chin, coating his skin in a fine sheen of effervescence.
"Slowly, my pet," she instructs, her voice a sultry whisper in his ear. "Take it all in."
The slave dutifully opens his mouth wider, allowing the cool liquid to flow over his tongue and down his throat. The force of the champagne threatens to overwhelm him, but he manages to swallow each mouthful without gasping or choking.
"Good boy," Miss Dula praises, her fingers tracing lightly along his jawline. "Now let's see how much more you can take."
And so, the process continues. With each passing minute, the slave's stomach begins to feel increasingly full, yet Miss Dula shows no signs of slowing down. Her gloved hands never tire as she pours more and more champagne through the funnel, watching with keen interest as the slave struggles to hold it all in.
As the contents of the bottle dwindle, Miss Dula decides it's time to switch things up. With deft precision, she removes the funnel from the slave's mouth, replacing it with her own lips. She presses against him, sharing the remaining champagne in a passionate kiss that is equal parts intimate and dominant.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Miss Dula declares the session over. The slave slumps against her, his body heavy with the weight of the champagne he's consumed. She removes the blindfold, allowing him to see the emptied bottles littering the floor around him.
"Not bad for a first time," she smirks, patting his sweat-slickened back. "But next time, we might just have to up the ante."
And with that, Miss Dula and her companion depart, leaving the exhausted slave to ponder his next excruciatingly pleasurable adventure.
