MISTRESS ISABELLA - 356. The new wc slave DUDU is not arrived!!!!

It was a dark and gloomy evening, and Mistress Isabella was eagerly awaiting the arrival of her new toilet slave. She had spent hours training him, teaching him everything he needed to know about being her bowel movement receptacle. But now, as the minutes ticked by and he still hadn't shown up, her patience was wearing thin.

The delightful goddess cursed under her breath, wondering what could have happened to him. "Dudu, you foolish boy," she murmured to herself. "Where could you be? You don't even know what you're missing out on!"

As her bladder began to feel uncomfortably full and her gut rumbled with hunger, she realized she couldn't wait any longer. She needed someone to take her shit and piss, and there was no one else around. With a sigh of resignation, she made her way to the bathroom.

Stepping up onto her golden throne, she let out a long, slow sigh of relief as she felt her bowels loosen. "This is just for you, Dudu," she said, addressing him in her mind. "You'd better be worth it."

She closed her eyes and let her imagination drift to thoughts of him, his face buried in her ass, his tongue lapping up her piss. The feel of her full bladder releasing into his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, and she moaned softly. It was then that she heard a knock at the door.

"Yes, what is it?" she called out, her voice still thick with lust. "Who is it?"

There was a pause, and then a small, hesitant voice answered. "It's, uh, Dudu. I'm here, Mistress Isabella."

Her eyes flashed with rage and disappointment as she realized he was back. But then, as she felt another wave of pleasure wash over her, she grinned. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're just in time."

Without so much as a word, she stood up from the throne and walked over to him, grabbing him by the collar. She pulled him close, her body pressed against his, her soft breath tickling his ear. "Listen carefully, my little slave," she purred. "From now on, you will always be on time. You will never keep me waiting again. Am I clear?"

He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. She could feel the fear emanating from him, but she also sensed something else - excitement? Anticipation? Whatever it was, it made her smile. "Good boy," she whispered, reaching down and stroking his cock through his pants. "Now, let's see what kind of slave you really are."