The moment Miss Dula, a striking and seductive Mistress, stepped into her dungeon, she could feel the anticipation building within her slave. His eyes were fixated on her every move, his heartbeat echoing through the darkness. Today was a special day for them both—a day of submission and territorial marking.
With a sly grin, Miss Dula approached her slave, her stiletto heels clicking against the cold stone floor. She took his trembling hands in hers and led him to a massive wooden table that dominated the center of the room. "Now, my little one," she purred, "it's time for your reward."
The slave's eyes widened in confusion as Miss Dula unzipped her leather pants, revealing her perfect round ass. She pulled out a thin, metal tube resembling a dental tool, sparking fear in the slave's eyes. "What is that?" he whispered, his voice quivering.
"This, my slave," she replied in an equally hushed tone, "is going to widen your naughty little anus so that I can—how did you put it so nicely—pee a lot inside your ass." With that, she positioned the dilator at his entrance and pressed it inside, feeling the warmth of his body surround it. The slave let out a muffled scream, but Miss Dula didn't flinch. She began opening and closing him slowly, inch by agonizing inch, feeling his vulnerability wash over her.
Once she was satisfied with the size of his opening, Miss Dula revealed another sinister toy: a funnel. The slave's eyes widened even further as he saw what she intended to do. She lubed up the funnel and positioned it at his entrance, pressing it inside gently. The slave tried to resist, but his body was failing him. He felt completely filled by her, both physically and mentally.
"This is just the warm-up," she said with a devious smile, pouring her golden nectar into the funnel. He felt the cool liquid enter him, followed by the warmth of her body, as she pressed her stomach against his ass. She continued pouring until he felt like he was going to explode, filled to the brim with her piss.
Finally, she pulled out the funnel, leaving behind a dribble of piss that spilled out onto the floor. "You see?" she smiled, wiping off her hands with satisfaction. "Being my slave has its perks. You may not always like what I do, but remember—I'm making you mine." The slave could only nod in agreement as he lay there, piss-soaked and utterly defeated. He knew that from now on, he belonged to Miss Dula, both physically and mentally.
