The story begins with Miss Dula, a stunningly beautiful goddess clad in a silky red dress, seated on a throne in her luxurious chambers. She looks out at her loyal slaves, whom she has gathered from different parts of the world to try out her divine feces.
One slave in particular catches her attention. His name is Jack, a young man who has journeyed far and wide to reach her palace. With shaking knees and a trembling heart, he kneels before her, awaiting his mistress's command.
Miss Dula smirks, knowing full well what Jack is here for. She orders him to lie down on the cold marble floor, where he can serve as her footstool while she prepares for her special treat.
As Jack's body presses against the cold surface beneath him, he starts to feel nervous but also excited by the thought of tasting his goddess's excrement. His gaze follows Miss Dula as she walks regally towards her private toilet, her long, silken hair swaying gently behind her.
Inside the toilet chamber, Miss Dula sits comfortably on her throne-like toilet seat and begins to relieve herself. The warm stream of her piss fills Jack's mouth, and he swallows it down eagerly. This is just the beginning, he thinks to himself; soon enough, he will be indulging in the taste of her divine shit.
"Good boy," Miss Dula praises him between pisses, "Now it's time for the main course." She stands up, her elegant gown rustling around her, and walks towards Jack.
Miss Dula straddles Jack's face, positioning her ass directly over his eager mouth. "Here it comes, slave," she says, grinding her hips into his face. With a slow, deliberate movement, she begins to take a massive shit onto Jack's face and into his waiting mouth.
At first, she feeds him just a little bit at a time, relishing in the way he struggles to swallow it all. But soon enough, the pressure in her bowels becomes too much for her to resist, and she releases a torrent of feces directly into Jack's mouth.
Choking and gagging, Jack fights to keep up with his mistress's demand. He's never tasted anything like this before - the sweetness of her feces mixed with the bitter tang of bile. But he knows better than to disappoint Miss Dula; if he wants to please her, he must swallow every last morsel.
The weight of the shit in his stomach begins to push down on him, making it difficult to breathe. He pleads with Miss Dula for mercy, begging her to stop or at least let him rest. But she merely laughs at his weakness and withdraws her shitty gift, leaving him coated in a thick layer of feces.
With a cruel smile, Miss Dula takes a handful of the half-digested faeces and begins smeared over Jack's face, rubbing it into his eyes and mouth. "Taste your own filth," she says, laughing.
Finally, when she's satisfied that Jack has been properly humiliated, Miss Dula stands up, shedding the last few pieces of feces onto his shivering form. "You may lick my shoes clean," she says, mockingly offering him a chance at redemption.
As Jack scrambles to clean the mess off her shoes, he can't help but wonder what fate awaits him next. For now, he is content knowing that he has pleased Miss Dula, even if it meant sacrificing his dignity and digestive system for the honor.
