It was early morning, and Miss Dula was preparing for her day. She carefully selected an outfit, which included a pair of elegant black boots that needed polishing. She went to her closet and retrieved her lucky toilet, fondly nicknamed "Clipmy".
As she set the toilet down in front of her, Miss Dula couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. She knew that her time to use the bathroom was always precise, and her poop was always natural. The thought of using Clipmy to satisfy her bowel movements filled her with excitement.
Miss Dula sat down on the cold hard surface of the toilet seat, feeling the muscles in her legs tense up as she adjusted her position. She couldn't wait to get started. She knew Clipmy would do an excellent job cleaning up after her, just as he always did.
Feeling a sudden surge of urgency, Miss Dula stood up from the toilet and instructed Clipmy to begin polishing her boots. She watched with satisfaction as Clipmy knelt down and started the meticulous work of buffing the leather to a high shine.
The smell of urine filled the air as Clipmy worked, but Miss Dula couldn't resist the urge to shit. She moved closer to the toilet, unzipping her trousers and exposing her shiny black leather boots. She took a deep breath, feeling her heart race with anticipation.
Without hesitation, Miss Dula sat back down on Clipmy, feeling his cold hard surface against her to make her ready for what was about to come. The sight of the human-shitter below her only increased her urge, and she leaned forward until she could feel the warmth of Clipmy's mouth against her anus.
Miss Dula took a moment to savor the sensation before releasing her bowels, letting a stream of hot, natural poop flow into Clipmy's mouth. She felt the toilet shudder beneath her, and the sound of slurping echoed around the room.
Satisfied with her work, Miss Dula stood up and handed Clipmy a glass of champagne. She watched as he swallowed it greedily, his eyes locked on hers the whole time. It was time for the main course.
Miss Dula walked over to her table, where a plate of caviar awaited her. She scooped up a generous portion and brought it back to Clipmy. He watched her with hungry eyes as she fed him the salty, delicious treat, one grain at a time.
When he had finished, Miss Dula reached down and wiped Clipmy's mouth with a warm, wet cloth. She smiled to herself as she felt the paper slide into his mouth, knowing that he would now carry a piece of her with him wherever he went.
With a final glance at her shimmering boots, Miss Dula bid farewell to Clipmy for the day. She unlocked the door to her studio, ready to face the world beyond. But even as she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that somewhere out there, someone was carrying her memory in their mouth, just as she had planned.
