As a wealthy and powerful woman, Natalia Kapretti had always gotten what she wanted. And what she wanted now was her slave husband, Tim, to suffer for his perverted desires.
It had started innocently enough. When Tim first began serving her, he'd shown an unusual interest in the bathroom. At first, she'd written it off as him just being eager to please and satisfy her every need. But then she noticed something strange.
Hidden cameras, photos, and even videos of her most intimate moments started appearing on his computer. She was disgusted, enraged, and yet curious. Curious about why he would choose to document her excretion instead of anything else. So, she decided to confront him.
"What are you doing?" She asked, finding him lurking in the shadows of her bathroom.
"M-my Lady, I-I'm sorry," he stammered, panic clear on his face. "I couldn't help myself."
"Help yourself to what?" She demanded, hands on her hips.
"To watch you, My Lady," he confessed, shame etched into his features. "I-I've been spying on you in the toilet for years now."
Natalia felt a wave of nausea wash over her. This was her husband, the man she had trusted and loved. Or so she thought. "Why?" She asked quietly.
"Because..." His voice trailed off as he struggled to find the words. "It turns me on, My Lady."
That was it. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But it was true. She could see it in his eyes, the way he trembled with excitement at the thought of it.
"You disgust me," She hissed, turning away from him. But as she walked out of the bathroom, an idea began to form in her mind.
If he liked it so much, why not indulge him? Make him her permanent toilet slave. She smiled coldly to herself as the plan began to take shape in her mind.
Over the next few weeks, she systematically stripped him of all his privileges—his wealth, his status, even the comfort of his own bed. Then, she presented him with his new role: her personal toilet slave.
At first, he resisted. Begged and pleaded for her to show him mercy. But she was unmoved by his tears and pleas. This was his punishment for his perversion. And so, he learned to live a life of depravity and degradation—serving her every need, no matter how humiliating or compromising.
Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. And though he hated himself for it, Tim found a strange comfort in his new role. It was all he had left now that he'd thrown it all away for a twisted desire.
Natalia watched him from her throne, a cruel smile playing at the corners of her lips. He was hers completely now—body and soul. And though it disgusted her to her very core, there was something strangely satisfying about it all.
