The search for a new toilet slave had been long and arduous, but it seemed that Miss Dula's luck was finally turning around. She stumbled upon an ad posted by a man who was willing to offer up his services as a human toilet. The catch? He was dressed head-to-toe in latex.
As Miss Dula made her way to the rendezvous point, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. She always loved seeing infatuated men try to win her favor. It was like they would do anything to please her, no matter how humiliating or degrading the task might be.
When she finally arrived at the location, her eyes widened in surprise. There he was, standing before her in all his glory — the perfect toilet slave. Both of them were clad head-to-toe in latex, their bodies gleaming under the bright light. She couldn't wait to see how he'd respond to her commands.
Without, a word, Miss Dula walked up to him and poured a glass of champagne over his latex-clad form. The man gulped it down greedily, his eyes fixed on hers, pleading for more. Satisfied with his initial response, Miss Dula ordered him to kneel before her.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Now, open your mouth wide. It's time for some caviar."
The man eagerly complied, opening his mouth as wide as he could. Miss Dula grinned wickedly before dumping a healthy serving of caviar onto his outstretched tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the taste, unable to contain his euphoria.
After finishing off the first serving, Miss Dula signaled for him to stand up. It was time for the next part of their little rendezvous. As he stood before her, she noticed how unsteady he was on his feet—clearly affected by the numerous glasses of champagne he'd consumed.
With a twisted smile, Miss Dula grabbed a handful of her latex catsuit and sat down, using it as a makeshift toilet seat. Without hesitation, the man knelt down in front of her and opened his mouth wide, eagerly awaiting whatever she had in store for him next.
"Good slaves always finish what they've started," Miss Dula purred, placing a finger in his mouth. As he eagerly began to lick her finger clean, she leaned in closer, whispering into his ear.
"And good mistresses always take care of their toilet slaves."
And with that, Miss Dula leaned back, enjoying the sight of her new toilet slave worshiping at her feet. It was going to be a long night, but she had a feeling it would be worth every second.
