Miss Dula - I shit in my slaves face

Miss Dula, a gorgeous Italian mistress with long flowing auburn hair, arrived at the bar you're at. You can tell by the way she walks in her high heels that she's confident and in control. She sits down on her stool with ease, casually swinging one leg over and pushing back against the bar stool. She holds court, ordering drinks and snacks without so much as looking at you - after all, you're just there to serve her. knows you're waiting for her command. Her eyes lock onto you, piercing through your soul. She indicates for you to come closer by lifting a finger. As you move closer, craning your neck to see her face, she discreetly whispers into your ear what she desires of you tonight. In Italian, Miss Dula continues to give you instructions on how to set up the camera and where to position yourself. She's impressed by how quickly you understand her commands; it's clear she's used to dominating others. Meanwhile, she begins preparing herself for her bathroom ritual. She stands up slowly, showcasing her figure in a tight-fitting black dress that hugs her curves. With a sinister grin, she saunters over to the bathroom stall and pushes the door open slightly, beckoning for you to follow. Inside, the aroma of human waste wafts towards your nose as you prepare to witness her most private moment. As you enter, you notice the toilet seat already covered in a thin layer of her feces. She eyes you up and down, taking in your nervousness. With a sly smile, she instructs you to position the camera so that she's in front of it, showing off her curves and ass. She then leans over the toilet bowl, showcasing her rounded buttocks and inviting you to engage in your first act of submission: smelling her shit. You hesitate, nervous about the filthy aroma that fills the small space. But Miss Dula's hand on your cheek pulls you in closer, demanding obedience. Her full lips part as she begins to release a stream of hot piss onto the toilet seat. The sound of relief escapes from her throat as she finally lets go. Satisfied, she turns her attention back towards you and speaks softly: "Now it's time to clean me." She leans back against the cool wall tiles, spreading her legs slightly and exposing her most intimate area. Your heart races as you hear a gentle tap against your camcorder - she wants you to start recording. Slowly, you lower yourself towards her awaiting the signal. Miss Dula moans softly as you begin licking away the remnants of her piss from her pussy. The taste is strange, but intoxicating. As you continue to clean her, she begins to push down against your face, encouraging you to taste her dirty treasures. Finally, she lets out a long, satisfied sigh and leans forward again: "Now, it's time for you to receive your reward." With that, she fills your mouth with her warm feces, smiling wickedly as you begin to choke. As you struggle to swallow the disgusting mass, Miss Dula jerks the camera back and forth, granting you a view of her showcasing her talents while you're at her feet. From time to time, she'll lean in close and whisper dirty thoughts directly into your ear, highlighting how much control she has over both your mind and body. When she finally decides it's time to end your ordeal, she pulls the camera away and stands up, grinding her hips against your face one last time. She flicks her cigarette onto your forehead, leaving a burn mark as a reminder of your submission. Without saying a word, she walks away from you, leaving you to clean up the mess you've created.