Miss Dula - Chew on it that is hard

It was going to be another exciting day for my devoted slave - though he had no idea the kind of delights that awaited him. I, Miss Dula, was ready to show him a night filled with scat, shitting, and plenty of humiliation. The thought already made my heart race with anticipation.

My slave was already in position, his eyes fixated on the door as he awaited my command. He was a shitter and this was something he had come to accept; it was his duty to serve me in any way I desired. Little did he know that today was going to be especially challenging for him.

First, I would need to prepare the scene. I walked over to the throne-like chair that sat in the center of my lavish bathroom and climbed up onto it, savoring the feeling of power as I settled in. Then, I opened a bottle of champagne and watched as it cascaded over the edge of the tub, creating a sparkling mess that would set the mood for what was to come.

Once the champagne was finished, I knew it was going to be hard to get comfortable on the chair. But I was determined to do it, both for my pleasure and to degrade my slave further. With a sigh, I slowly lowered myself until I was seated on the edge of the tub, my eyes never leaving his. And then I finally allowed myself a small smile as I thought about what delights awaited us both.

Next came the caviar, a luxurious treat that I knew would make my slave's mouth water with desire. As he leaned in closer, eager to please me in any way he could, I would reach down and smear the creamy black paste across his lips, forcing him to open his mouth and taste the decadent treat. But only after he had shredded the required amount of my waste in his mouth, of course. I love to degrade the slave with my waste, after all, a Goddess's waste is gold to you.

The thought sent shivers down my spine as I imagined the look of anticipation on his face as he waited for my command. And once he had finished preparing the caviar on my command, he would lean forward once again, his nose almost touching the spot where I would be shitting into the tub. And then, only then, would he be allowed to taste the true delight of this night: my scat, mixed in with the remaining champagne and caviar.

I could already feel the heat building between my legs as I thought about the way he would eagerly lap up every drop, his tongue dancing around the flavors and textures that only a true scat lover could appreciate. And all the while, I would watch him, my power and dominance thrumming through every vein in my body. It was going to be a night to remember, for both of us.