Miss Dula - A big Christmas shit

It was Christmas Eve, and my slave had come to see me to give me his present. I too had one for him, and it would be huge. This big portion of caviar was something I wanted to divide into three parts so he could enjoy it all without the risk of wasting it. He would receive it directly in his mouth, and I would help him eat it all with my saliva to send it down, my fingers to feed him, and my insults to motivate him. It would be of three different consistencies, so there was something for everyone - the first one would be solid and he would have to chew it, the second one would be a little softer but he would still have to chew it, and the third one would be just diarrhea; he could swallow it like a milkshake.

After he finished it all, my warm champagne would arrive to clean his filthy mouth. As he knelt before me on the cold night air, his heart racing with anticipation at both my present and what he had brought me, I could see the fear in his eyes. But fear was just another way of showing me that they were all mine - every little part of him belonged to me. With a cruel smile curling my lips, I motioned for him to open his mouth wider so that I could fit as much of the caviar as possible into his hungry maw. He trembled as I spat into his mouth, mixing my saliva with the caviar so that it would become soft enough for him to swallow quickly before moving onto the next texture.

I took great pleasure in watching him struggle with the consistency of the food as he tried not to choke on it. But he knew that if he wasn't careful, if he disobeyed me in some small way or made a wrong move, then he would pay dearly for it. And so he continued eating, his eyes never leaving mine as if he were begging for mercy or forgiveness. But there would be no mercy here tonight; only submission and complete devotion to my every whim.

Once he had finished the last bit of diarrhea mixture, he looked up at me expectantly. I nodded in approval and watched as he slumped in relief. Then came the reward for a job well done - my warm champagne. I poured it slowly into his mouth, savoring the way it made him shiver. He nearly choked as it hit his tongue and ran down his throat, but he didn't mind. The taste was worth it, and he knew that he had pleased me. As the alcohol began to work its magic on him, he fell deeper into a trance-like state, becoming more and more submissive to my every command.

Merry Christmas, my slave. And may this be the first of many incredible nights filled with scat, humiliation, and submission. For tonight, you are Mine, body and soul.