Miss Dula - A lot of champagne for the slave

Miss Dula—a voluptuous and assertive woman—was excited to partake in her latest kinky activity with her slave. The idea of forcing him to drink copious amounts of champagne from the bottle itself through a funnel in his mouth sent shivers down her spine. She ensured that her friend was present to share in the experience and to capture every salacious moment on camera.

As the slave was led into the room, he was already somewhat inebriated from the steady stream of champagne he'd been forced to consume. His eager cock stirred at the thought of what was yet to come. Miss Dula wasted no time, swiftly positioning the slave in front of her and easing the funnel into his mouth, ensuring it fit snugly against his eager tongue.

"Don't you dare spill a single drop, slave," she warned, her seductive tone laced with menace. With that, she deftly began to pour the golden liquid directly into his wide-open mouth. The slave could feel the cold, effervescent champagne trickling down his throat as more and more filled up his belly. After a few minutes of this, Miss Dula stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Her slave's stomach was distended, almost to the point of bursting—and she was just getting started. She grabbed another bottle from the nearby table and continued to pour, her friend eagerly capturing every sip of the opulent champagne as it flowed into the slave's belly. The slave grunted around the funnel in his mouth, the alcohol making it hard for him to focus, but the sensation of being so full and warm was exhilarating. His cock, still invisible beneath the table, pulsed relentlessly in anticipation.

With every passing minute, the slave became increasingly inebriated, his senses reeling from the overwhelming presence of the rich champagne flowing throughout his body. Despite his drunkenness, Miss Dula was pleased with his obedience. She couldn't wait to see how much more champagne he could accommodate before she finally allowed him to pass out in a pool of his own making.

As the cameras rolled, capturing every salacious moment of their debauchery, Miss Dula felt a newfound sense of power rush through her veins. The look of discomfort and lust that flitted across the slave's face told her everything she needed to know: he was hers completely, and she intended to keep it that way. And so she continued to pour champagne into his gaping maw, content in the knowledge that this was just the beginning of their twisted, erotic journey together.