Miss Dula - Catch it in the mouth

Miss Dula, a stunningly beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a commanding presence, stood atop her human toilet's head, preparing for their weekly appointment. She wore an elegant evening gown, which clung to her curves and left little to the imagination. Below her, the man held his breath, anticipating the delights that were about to unfold.

"Today will be a test of skill," she purred, her voice like honey dripping from Miss Dula's lips. "You will have to catch my caviar directly in your mouth." The caviar was a dark, rich, shining prize that symbolized the height of luxury and sophistication. It was something to be treasured and craved, and he knew that he was blessed to have the opportunity to serve such an exquisite mistress.

Miss Dula stepped down from her pedestal and approached the cage that imprisoned him. She looked down at him, assessing his performance so far. He had cleaned her boots thoroughly, ensuring that they gleamed like polished ebony. Now, it was time for the main event. She poured some of her champagne onto his awaiting tongue, filling his mouth with the intoxicating taste of fine bubbles. He savored it, understanding the importance of pleasing his mistress in every way possible.

She knelt down beside the cage, her body tantalizingly close to his. "Here it comes," she whispered, her warm breath brushing against his skin. She reached into the cage and carefully removed a portion of caviar, holding it above his lips. His tongue extended, ready to receive the heavenly morsel. She let it fall onto his tongue, and he closed his mouth around it, feeling the smooth, silky texture against his tongue. He savored the taste as long as he could before swallowing, knowing that there was more to come.

Miss Dula watched him intently, noting every movement of his lips and tongue. He was a skilled toilet, and she was pleased with his progress. She continued to feed him, varying the amount of caviar she gave him, testing his ability to adjust to different quantities. He demonstrated impressive dexterity, catching each piece of caviar in his mouth without losing a single one.

As he continued to show his worthiness, Miss Dula noticed a tear rolling down his cheek. She knelt down and wiped it away with her gloved hand, gently tracing his cheekbone. "What's wrong?" she asked softly. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with longing. "It's just so much more incredible than I ever could have imagined," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Miss Dula smiled, pleased with his response. She leaned in closer, her warm breath tickling his ear.

"You are doing very well, my toilet," she whispered. "But I want it to be a clean toilet, not a public toilet. I have my standards, after all." Her breath was like a caress against his skin as she whispered into his ear. She reached into the cage once more, holding a small amount of her saliva-mixed champagne in her gloved hand. She let it drip onto his chest, slowly tracing patterns over his skin. He shivered in anticipation, understanding the task she had set forth for him.

Carefully, he leaned down and lapped up the liquid from her hand, relishing the taste of her saliva mixed with champagne. It was a unique and intoxicating flavor, one that he had grown to crave. "Now," she purred, "show me how good of a toilet you truly are. Swallow it all down, every last drop." He opened his mouth wide and she poured the remaining liquid into his mouth, watching as he swallowed it down without hesitation.

Satisfied with his performance, Miss Dula stood up, surveying her toilet one last time. He looked up at her, his eyes full of adoration and excitement. She smiled down at him, a mix of pride and amusement in her gaze. "You have served me well, my toilet," she said, reaching her hand down to stroke his cheek. "You have demonstrated the skill and dedication that I demand from my human toilet."

He closed his eyes, reveling in the warmth of her touch. "Thank you, Miss Dula," he whispered, his voice full of gratitude and longing. "I am honored to serve you." She leaned down, her lips close to his ear. "Remember," she whispered, "a clean toilet deserves a reward." With that, she straightened up and walked away, leaving him to contemplate the miraculous experience he had just been a part of.