Miss Dula watched as her new slug slithered into her luxurious studio. She despised the creature for being so ignorant about true servitude to a Queen. Today, she would teach him the hard way what it meant to be at her mercy.
With a flick of her wrist, Miss Dula lifted her glass of champagne and contemplated her next move. Her slave watched in anticipation, unaware of the painful lesson about to unfold.
"Tonight, my little worm," she purred, "you shall be my human toilet." She slowly sipped from the flute, enjoying every drop of the bubbly liquid as it passed over her tongue. "And to make it more interesting," she continued, "you'll have to wait for your meal with your mouth open."
With a cackle, Miss Dula descended upon her trembling servant like a falcon. She grabbed him by the chin and forced his mouth open, ready to pour down the contents of her glass. The taste of sweet, fermented grapes assaulted his senses as the champagne flooded his mouth and dribbled down his chin.
"Well, well," she cooed, "it seems that my little slug likes champagne." She chuckled wickedly before grabbing a bucket filled with steaming hot chocolate. "Now for the main course."
She poured the rich, milky liquid over her slave's head, making him flinch as the hot liquid splashed against his skin. Then, she grabbed his face once again and pushed his face into the mess, drowning him in the mouthwatering scent of cocoa and vanilla.
Her new toy struggled at first, his inexperienced gag reflex kicking in. But Miss Dula was patient, allowing him to take small sips of the warm chocolate until he was able to swallow more with each gulp. Her fingers teased his throat, helping him accommodate larger amounts of the sweet liquid.
As the slug continued to consume his meal, Miss Dula's grip on him softened. She could feel his need growing, and she knew it was time to escalate the game.
"You know, my little cocoa lover," she whispered menacingly, "I could get used to having you around." She licked her lips as she reached down, grabbing a handful of his limp cock through his trousers. "But only if you prove yourself worthy."
With a devious smirk, Miss Dula pulled out a vibrating silver egg from her toy chest and went to work. She pressed the humming device between his quivering cheeks, waiting for his body to resist before pushing harder.
The slug squirmed under her touch, his back arching as he tried to escape the electrifying discomfort between his ass cheeks. But Miss Dula was persistent, and soon enough, cries of ecstasy replaced his whimpers of distress. She knew that her new toy would do anything to please her from now on.
"That's a good boy," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Now, let's see how fast you can clean up your mess." And with that, Miss Dula left the room, content in knowing that her new slug would eagerly await his next lesson.
