Miss Dula - My poop makes you addicted

The diva known as Miss Dula awaited in her opulent chamber, anticipating the arrival of her newest slave. He was a British toilet slave who had journeyed far to serve her. Upon entering her chamber, he fell to his knees, bowing his head in submission. His eyes fell upon the floor beneath him, shrouded in layers of dried feces and urine. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he realized what his fate would be for the next few hours. Miss Dula smiled coldly upon seeing the slave's reaction. She was pleased with her new acquisition. "Stand up," she commanded. The slave rose slowly, his body trembling slightly as he looked up at her with pleading eyes. Miss Dula smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. "You are here to serve as my human toilet," she declared harshly. "And I will not tolerate any disobedience." She instructed him to strip down to his underwear, revealing his meager manhood. "You will be begging for mercy when I am done with you," she promised darkly. From a drawer, she withdrew a pair of black latex gloves and a spreader bar. The gloves were a not-so-subtle reminder of her degradation of him, while the spreader bar signified that she would be in complete control of his mouth. As she put on the gloves, her heart raced with anticipation. She picked up a plastic tub filled with fresh feces, her prize creation from earlier that day. With slow, deliberate movements, she approached the slave. "Open your mouth," she demanded. The slave complied, his eyes transfixed on the tub of excrement. With a lewd smirk, Miss Dula shoved the spreader bar between his teeth, forcing his mouth open like a real toilet. She then emptied the contents of the tub onto the spreader bar, filling his mouth to the brim with her warm, steaming shit. "Ah, my sweet nectar," she moaned softly, savoring the power she held over him. She watched eagerly as the slave struggled to keep from gagging, his eyes filled with horror and submission. Next, she used her fingers to push the feces past his lips and down his throat, making him drink every last drop. She watched with satisfaction as he gagged and retched, yet continued to swallow every morsel of her poop. Finally, once he had finished, Miss Dula placed the empty tub on the floor and stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Now, clean up after yourself," she commanded coldly, pointing to the mountain of feces on the floor. The slave lowered his head in submission and began to eat the remains of her excrement, eager to please his mistress once more. As he worked, Miss Dula watched with a mix of disgust and arousal, her mind already conjuring up new ways to humiliate and degrade her toilet slave.