At the shooting studio called Miss Dula, the scene is set for a classic scat video. As I, the gorgeous Mistress, enter the room, I can feel my stomach churning slightly. Last night's dinner was a bit too much for me, and I fear it might have some unexpected effects on my upcoming shoot. Nevertheless, I put on my best outfit and prepare to film my loyal slave, who waits eagerly at my feet.
He looks excited and already begins touching his cock, anxious to please me. I feel the butterflies in my stomach, both from nerves and anticipation, as I slowly undress. My heart races as I finally stand there in front of him, completely naked. He looks up at me with adoration in his eyes, ready for whatever I ask of him.
Perhaps it's because of my own anxiousness or the excitement of the scene, but the consistency of my shit seems different from usual. I wonder if he'll like it, but I quickly banish that thought as I kneel down in front of him and part my legs. I look down at his eager face, and before I even touch myself, he begins to moan.
As I start to poop, I slowly lower myself onto his face, feeling the warm rush of excitement pulse through me. To my surprise, he seems to be loving it—he doesn't even seem to mind the fact that it's not a normal consistency. In fact, he's lapping it up like a milkshake. He's so focused on pleasing me that he doesn't even seem to notice the odd texture.
Despite the enjoyment, I have to stop him before he cums. I can't deal with a messy cock all over my face. Just as I manage to pull away, he groans in frustration, wanting more of my divine chocolate. I grin, knowing how much he worships me despite the circumstances.
With one last look of longing into his eyes, I stand up and turn around, presenting myself to him once again. This time, I have a different task for him—I want him to taste my golden nectar. I wet my lips with anticipation as I spread my legs wider, giving him unobstructed access to my pussy. He eagerly leans forward, tongue hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
I feel the warmth of his tongue on my pussy, and as he starts to lick me, I moan in pleasure. The heat of the moment is almost too much to bear, and I'm sure he can taste my excitement. Just as I'm about to cum, I feel the sudden rush of pee building up inside me. Without hesitation, I release my golden pee into his mouth, feeling the hot liquid flow down his throat.
With a satisfied smirk, I turn around to face him once again, expecting him to beg for more. But instead, he looks up at me with a mix of lust and admiration, still catching his breath. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. He simply bows his head in submission, ready to serve his Mistress once again.
And so the scene ends, leaving me feeling both relieved and slightly embarrassed about the unexpected effect of last night's dinner. But underneath it all, I know that my slave's devotion and willingness to please me, no matter what, is what truly keeps me coming back for more.
