Miss Dula - Directly in the mouth

Miss Dula was a stunningly beautiful woman, with long silky hair and eyes that could hypnotize anyone. She had a body that was to die for, with ample curves in all the right places. One of her favorite pastimes was to play mind games with men, toying with their emotions and desires. One such slave, whom she had kept on a tight leash for quite some time, was her personal chef. He had been with her for years and had always been faithful to her bidding, no matter how perverse or degrading it might be.

On this particular day, Miss Dula found herself in a hotel room with an empty stomach. She called her chef and ordered him to bring her a freshly made chocolate mousse, his specialty. She knew that he'd be ecstatic to please her and that the mousse would be divine. As she waited for him to arrive, she thought about what else she could make him do for her entertainment.

When the chef finally arrived, he found Miss Dula sitting on the bed, her thighs spread invitingly. He could see her perfect ass bared and glistening with sweat. He knelt down before her, nervously holding the platter of chocolate mousse in his hands. Miss Dula looked at him with her dominant gaze and smiled cruelly.

"Good boy," she purred, taking the platter from him. "But that's not all I want tonight, is it?" She reached into her silken robe and pulled out a freshly shit turd, still warm to the touch. "I'm feeling a bit peckish," she smirked, "and I think this will hit the spot."

The chef's heart sank into his stomach as he knew what was coming next. Miss Dula stood up and held the turd in front of his face, dangling it temptingly close but never quite touching him yet. "Do you want to taste it?", she whispered seductively, her fingers tracing his chin towards the waiting turd. "Go on, taste it. It's the best you'll ever have."

The chef hesitated for only a moment before opening his mouth. He could feel his saliva rushing to the opening, eager to taste what his mistress had prepared. And then it was there, on his tongue - the warm, creamy feeling of shit mixed with delicate chocolate flavors. It was surprisingly good. He moaned in delight as he felt his mistress reel him in further into her twisted world.

Miss Dula watched with satisfaction as her slave savored her gift. She knew that this was the ultimate form of control - making him crave her filth like it was the finest dining experience imaginable. As he humbly licked every last drop off her hand, she grinned wickedly and whispered in his ear, "You're such a good boy... now get on your knees and clean me up."

The chef didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly positioned himself between Miss Dula's legs and began licking her pussy clean with the same enthusiasm he had shown for her shitty treat. His tongue darted in and out, lapping up every drop of her juices and savoring the taste of her perfection. He knew that this was his reward for being such a loyal and obedient servant - the chance to worship his mistress in every conceivable way.

As he knelt there, his tongue working overtime to make his mistress cum, Miss Dula grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face closer to her ass. "Don't forget your duty, boy," she growled. "You'll always be my personal toilet." She lowered her ass onto his face, grinding against him as he fucked her ass with his tongue. "That's it," she moaned, grabbing his hair tighter and riding his face. "Taste. It. All."

And so, the chef continued to worship his mistress, doing whatever depraved acts she demanded of him. He knew that this was his purpose - to be her personal plaything, her toy to use as she pleased. He would never taste anything sweeter than being Miss Dula's personal shitter and lover, her willing slave until the end of time.

Miss Dula smiled to herself as she rode her slave's face, feeling the warmth spreading through her stomach. She was in total control. And she knew he loved every second of it. After all, who could resist Tasting Miss Dula's delicacies?