Miss Dula - I urgently need my human toilet

Miss Dula was a notorious dominatrix known for her sadistic tendencies and her intense scat fetish. She spent hours tormenting her slaves, pushing them to their limits and beyond. Her current submissive had been subjected to hours of humiliation, degradation, and physical pain. But despite the brutal treatment, Miss Dula knew he would always be there when she needed him most - as her human toilet.

The slave lay naked on the floor, his body aching from the countless blows and verbal assaults he had endured. He watched as Miss Dula stepped out of her latex catsuit, revealing her sleek body encased in sheer panties and bra. Her tiny heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she approached him, her hips swaying seductively.

"Prepare yourself, toilet boy," she purred, her voice dripping with cruelty. She threw him a wink before lifting up her skirt, revealing her bare cunt glistening with desire. "I need you to clean me up. Make sure you do a good job."

The slave gulped, knowing what was coming next. With trembling hands, he reached out to his mistress, his tongue tracing the outline of her pussy lips. He eagerly lapped up the sweet nectar that flowed from her sacred temple, knowing that this was his only purpose in life - to serve and adore his queen.

As Miss Dula moaned in pleasure, she casually stepped onto the slave's face, grinding her hips into his mouth. The weight of her body pressed him further into the floor, but he didn't mind - he was her toilet, and he would do anything she asked.

Satisfied for now, Miss Dula pulled her pussy from his mouth and turned around. "Now, tell me," she commanded, "who's the filthiest of them all?"

The slave looked up at her, tears streaming down his face from the pain and humiliation. But he knew better than to resist. "I am," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "I am the filthiest of them all."

Miss Dula chuckled darkly. "That's right," she agreed, before bending over and spreading her ass cheeks. "And it's time for you to prove it."

With trembling hands, the slave reached out to his mistress, feeling the warmth of her ass against his lips. He could feel the heat emanating from her tight asshole, and he knew that she was about to unload her poison onto his face.

As Miss Dula began to take massive shits onto the slave's face, he closed his eyes and steeled himself for the impact. The weight of her bowels pressing against his cheeks felt almost too much to bear, but he endured it, knowing that this was his purpose in life.

As the final turd slid down his face and into his mouth, Miss Dula stood back, admiring her work. "Excellent," she purred, reaching down to grab the slave's micro cock. "Now let's see if you can cum from all this filth."

The slave didn't hesitate - he knew that this was the ultimate test of his devotion. As Miss Dula stroked his tiny cock, he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm. His entire body shook with anticipation, but he didn't dare cum without his mistress's permission.

At last, Miss Dula gave him the command he'd been waiting for. "Cum for me, toilet boy," she whispered seductively. And with that, the slave let loose a torrent of cum, his body shaking with pleasure as he unloaded onto the floor.

Miss Dula smiled, satisfied with her toy's performance. "Very good," she said, patting him on the head like a good pet. "Now clean yourself up and wait for my next command."

With that, she turned and strutted away, leaving the slave to pick up the pieces of his broken body and mind. But he knew better than to resist - for Miss Dula, and her dark desires, were truly the ultimate power trip.