Miss Dula - My first toilet after the holidays

Miss Dula - My first toilet after the holidays

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The room was dark, save for the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. As I entered, the tension in the air was palpable. My slave, kneeling on the cold tile floor, trembled in anticipation of my arrival. His heart raced as he absorbed my presence; my perfume, my voice, and the gentle sway of my hips. "Look at me," I commanded, my voice echoing through the room. Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet mine. In the dim light, I could see the fear and desire etched on his face. It was exhilarating. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you?" I teased, taking a step closer. His gaze dropped to the floor, unable to maintain eye contact. "Speak up," I demanded, my voice raised slightly. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered. I took a deep breath, savoring the power I held over him. "I know this is your first time serving me," I began, running my fingers through my hair. "And I want it to be memorable." I paused, enjoying the anticipation that filled the room. "You're here because you want to be, aren't you?" His response was immediate. "Yes, Mistress," he confirmed, his voice shaking slightly. Without further ado, I pulled down my panties, revealing my bare bottom to him. "And what do you want to do to me?" I asked softly, taking a step closer. "I... I want to worship your perfect ass, Mistress," he stuttered, his eyes fixed on my round cheeks. "Good boy," I purred, turning around to show him my tight hole. "You know what else you can do for me, don't you?" His face flushed with excitement and shame in equal measure. "Yes, Mistress. I know what I have to do." And so it began. He knelt before me, his tongue tracing the contours of my anus, as I prepared to relieve myself. The scent of fear and anticipation filled the room as I positioned myself over the toilet bowl. With a gentle push, the first wave of warmth and relief washed over me. "Drink it up, slave," I commanded, my voice echoing through the room. He opened his mouth eagerly, his tongue darting out to catch the stream of liquid gold. I watched with satisfaction as he drank every last drop of my first toilet after the holidays. As he finished, I reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him up to meet my gaze. "Not bad for a first-timer," I praised him, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "But there's more to be done tonight." Without warning, I pulled him closer and shoved a finger into his mouth. "Clean my dirty finger," I ordered, watching as he struggled to fit my entire finger into his mouth. "Good boy," I purred again, pulling my finger out slowly and smearing the remaining traces of my urine onto his tongue. The night continued like this, a cycle of humiliation, submission, and pleasure that both of us craved. By the end of it, he was a broken, exhausted mess, covered in my urine and saliva. But he was mine, and I knew he would do it all again tomorrow.

Category: Toilet Slavery
Length: 11min.
Video Info: 3840x2160 Pixel @ 26317 kb/s
Audio Info: 2 Channels @ 256 kb/s
Format: mp4
Size: 2058MB