Miss Dula - Pissing

Once upon a time, in a secretive dungeon beneath the city, there lived a beautiful and dominant mistress named Miss Dula. She had a peculiar fetish; she derived immense pleasure from watching her slaves indulge in scat play. And today was no different. She stood in front of her newest acquisition, a young, handsome man bound tightly to a sturdy wooden rack. His eyes were filled with fear and uncertainty, but he knew he had no choice but to obey his mistress' every command. With a sly grin, Miss Dula reached into her closet and pulled out a long, slender funnel. She sashayed over to the bound man, her heels clacking against the stone floor. "Now, my dear slave," she purred, running a delicate finger down his chest, "I have a special task for you." She placed the funnel against his lips, the cool metal making him shudder involuntarily. "Drink everything I have to offer you," she commanded, her voice both threatening and seductive. Slowly, she began to pour her hot, golden urine into the funnel, watching as it trickled down into his mouth. The slave gagged and coughed, trying to push back against his bonds, but he was no match for them. Tears streamed down his face as he choked on the foul liquid, but he couldn't bring himself to disobey his mistress. Miss Dula watched with dark eyes, taking in every moment of his humiliation. She was in control, and she loved every second of it. The slave finally managed to swallow the bitter fluid, and Miss Dula withdrew the funnel, leaving him to catch his breath. She moved away, allowing him to rest for a moment before she returned with the funnel once more. This time, she filled it with her warm, steaming feces, carefully pouring it into his open mouth. He retched and squirmed under her gaze, the stench of the feces filling the air around them. Again and again, Miss Dula forced her slave to consume her waste, each time pushing him further into depravity. By the end of the session, he was a sobbing mess, covered in her urine and feces, but still under her control. And Miss Dula? She was satisfied. For tonight, she had found the ultimate pleasure in her slave's humiliation.