Natalia Kapretti was a gorgeous woman, tall and slender, with long brunette hair that cascaded down her back. She had the kind of face that could launch a thousand ships, and her body was just as alluring, with perky tits and a round ass that begged to be spanked. The only problem was that she belonged to me, and I was going to make sure she knew it.
I had brought Natalia into my home as a live-in slave girl. She wore nothing but a collar around her neck, a chain connecting her to a ring in the wall, and a grin on her face whenever she thought about how lucky she was to be with me. We had only been together for a few weeks, but already I could tell she was eager to do anything I asked of her.
One day, while we were alone in the house, her eyes lit up as she looked at the toilet seat. "Master," she said, her voice soft and submissive, "may I use the toilet?"
I smirked. "Of course you may, Natalia," I replied, my tone playful as I sauntered over to her. "But remember, you're my slave girl, and slave girls don't have any privacy."
She blushed, her cheeks reddening as she realized what I meant. "B-but Master..." she stammered, looking at me pleadingly.
"Relax," I said, patting her gently on the head. "I won't peek or anything. Just make sure I can see everything."
With a sigh, she stepped up to the toilet and undid her pants, letting them fall to the floor. She still wore her collar and chain, even in the bathroom, and I couldn't help but chuckle as she undid her panties, too. She was nervous, her hands shaking as she pulled them down over her plump ass.
She sat down on the toilet, and I took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, content to watch. Her face was a mix of fear and anticipation as she leaned forward, pressing her palms against the cool tiles. Then, her cheeks puffing out, she gave a little grunt and pushed. There was a loud splash, and a moment later, the familiar scent of shit filled the air.
Natalia's face turned a deeper shade of red, and she let out a soft moan. She looked over at me, eyes wide with fright, and I could tell she was hoping I wouldn't find it disgusting. But of course, I wasn't going to let her off that easily.
"Keep going, Natalia," I said, my voice low and raspy. "Show me how much you appreciate being my slave girl."
She nodded, her brow furrowing in concentration as she gave another push. This time, there was a much louder splash, and the toilet water almost reached the top. She let out a soft gasp, her entire body shaking as she grappled with the intense sensation.
It was magnificent, watching my beautiful slave girl take a shit right in front of me. I couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and arousal watching her surrender so completely to my desires. And when she finally finished, her cheeks flushed red as she struggled to control her bladder, clenching her abs tightly as she did so.
"Well done," I said, clapping my hands slowly. "You're such a good girl."
She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water.
I leaned in close, my breath tickling her ear. "Now clean it up," I commanded. "And remember, slow and steady."
Without another word, she reached into the toilet, her delicate fingers sinking into the warm, wet mess. She lifted out a fistful of toilet paper, wiping it slowly over her bruised and swollen anus. The lewdness of the act sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal in my groin.
Natalia worked methodically, cleaning herself up with a diligence that was both humiliating and erotic. I watched as she used every inch of toilet paper, then bathed her hands in soap and water before standing up. She still hadn't looked at me the entire time, her head bowed in shame as she attempted to hide her red-streaked bottom from my view.
"That's enough," I said, standing up and pulling her close. "You did very well."
She nodded, wrapping her arms around me as I slowly stroked the back of her head. Despite everything she'd just done, there was an innocence about her that was impossible to resist.
As we stood there, lost in our own thoughts, I knew that our relationship was just getting started. There would be more tears, more humiliation, and certainly more shitting in public. But I also knew that Natalia was mine, and I would make sure she never forgot it.
