Natalia Kapretti was a woman who lived a life of luxury and control. She was used to having things her way, and her latest indulgence was the feeling of a cork nestled up against her ass, pushing against her insides. It was a feeling she had grown to cherish, as it meant she could take a quick shit without having to bother with wiping herself clean afterwards.
Her slave, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He knew what the cork meant--it meant that soon enough, he would be forced to eat her shit. It was part of his training, part of his submission to her. And while he hated every moment of it, he also couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through him when he saw her take a shit and prepare to empty her bowels into his waiting mouth.
As Natalia made her way to the bathroom, she paused to admire herself in the mirror. She loved the way her ass looked with the cork wedged in there--it made her feel powerful and dominant. She couldn't help but give herself a small smile before heading into the bathroom to finish her task.
Once there, she didn't waste any time. She squatted over the toilet and began pushing, feeling the familiar sensation of relief wash over her as her bowels emptied into the bowl. The consistency of her shit was thin and runny, as it had been for most of the day, but she didn't mind. She was an expert at controlling her diet so that she could produce the perfect amount of shit for her slave's consumption.
Once she was finished, she used some toilet paper to wipe herself clean and then stood up, examining her work. It was time to prepare for the next step--feeding her slave his next meal. She smiled to herself as she imagined the look on his face when she presented him with the tray of shit-covered treats.
Natalia made her way back to the living room, where her slave was waiting with bated breath. She placed the tray before him, revealing the three days' worth of shit and urine that she had carefully collected. His eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight before him, and despite himself, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement.
"Is that all for me, mistress?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Every single bit," she replied, her tone both stern and indulgent. "And remember--this is your reward for being such a good slave. Now, get to work."
With that, she watched as he knelt down before the tray and began to eat, his face contorted in both pleasure and disgust. It was a sight that always filled Natalia with a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had complete control over someone else's body and mind.
As the slave continued to consume her shit, Natalia couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over her. It was as if everything in the world had been reduced to this one simple act--the giving and taking of shit. And in that moment, she knew that she was truly happy.
