Natalia Kapretti, a beautiful and adventurous woman with an insatiable desire for control, waved her hand dismissively at the man kneeling before her. He had been referring to Latrien as his 'Mistress', but she knew better; she was his owner, his goddess. She watched as he opened his mouth wide, anticipating her command.
"Latrien," she purred, leaning closer to his ear and whispering her instructions. "He's brave enough, we should test him."
Latrien gulped audibly, knowing what this meant. He looked up at Natalia beseechingly, but her eyes were hard and demanding. Slowly, he extended a hand towards the bowl before him, pulling a toilet worm from the murky water within. His trembling hand held it up to the light, revealing its writhing form.
"This is your toilet worm," she explained softly. "Its name is Tootsie. Tootsie has been living in this house for a long time now. He's eaten the shit of everyone who lives here, including mine." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "If you pass this test, you will find yourself in his place."
As if on cue, Tootsie began to squirm and writhe in his grasp. Latrien gulped again, his mouth watering with anticipation - and fear. He knew what was coming next.
"Now," Natalia said calmly, her voice commanding. "You will put Tootsie into your mouth and swallow him whole."
With a shaking hand, Latrien opened his mouth and slowly extended his tongue. Tootsie wriggled free from his grasp and slithered down Latrien's throat, causing him to gag and choke. His eyes watered as he struggled to contain the creature inside him. But he knew better than to disobey Natalia. Slowly, he closed his mouth and swallowed, feeling the squirming stop as Tootsie burrowed deeper into his stomach.
"Good boy," Natalia praised him, her voice filled with admiration. She watched as he struggled to keep himself under control, the desire to please her evident in every muscle. "Now, lie down in the toilet bowl and prepare yourself for your reward."
Latrien did as he was told, pressing his face into the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl. He felt like he was in a dream, unable to believe what was happening to him. But as he felt a warm stream of shit falling onto his face, he knew that this was real. Natalia was smirking down at him, watching as he struggled to breathe through the stench.
"Welcome to your new life," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "You're going to love every minute of it."
And as Latrien felt the hot, sticky mass of shit oozing into his mouth and down his throat, he knew that she was right. He was hers now, body and soul. And he couldn't wait to see what she would do with him next.
