As Natalia Kapretti, a dominant and unforgiving mistress, sat on her toilet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of power wash over her. Her living toilet, a person who worships her ass, was kneeling before her, anticipating the delicious treat that was about to be bestowed upon him.
Slowly, Natalia began to push out her ass, and out slid a soft velvety turd, coated in her own creamy shit. The toilet, eager to please, opened its mouth underneath her, waiting for the delectable treat to fill its throat. As the turd slowly made its way into the toilet's mouth, it overflowed, causing the slave to gag and choke.
Despite the slave's struggle, Natalia continued to push more of her shit into its throat, her hands gently massaging her own ass as she did so. The turd slid deeper and deeper, causing the toilet to writhe in agony but unable to escape its mistress's command.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bulk of Natalia's shit had been consumed by the toilet. Panting heavily, the slave looked up at her with pleading eyes, waiting for instructions. Without a word, Natalia stood up, her thick ass facing the toilet once again.
"Now," she commanded, her voice cold and emotionless, "clean my asshole."
The toilet nodded eagerly, positioning its tongue between Natalia's soft cheeks. It proceeded to lick her clean, lapping up every last drop of her creamy shit. As it did so, Natalia watched them carefully, inspecting their work before finally allowing them to stand up.
"Now, swallow," she ordered calmly.
The toilet, knowing better than to disobey, immediately complied, swallowing hard as they tried to force down the remnants of Natalia's shit. It wasn't long before the slave gagged once again, their face turning an alarming shade of purple.
But Natalia didn't stop there. Instead, she grabbed a handle of a toilet brush and, using it to force her slave's jaw open, began to push the bristles into its throat. The slave gagged and choked as their mistress forced it to brush its own throat clean.
Finally, satisfied with their effort, Natalia released the toilet. It coughed heavily, tears streaming down its face as it struggled to catch its breath. But despite the pain and humiliation, there was still a glimmer of hope in its eyes.
"Mistress," it whispered hoarsely, "do you think... with enough training... I could swallow a real dick?"
Natalia considered this for a moment. Her toilet had potential; she could see that. Smirking, she leaned forward, her breath warm against the slave's lips. "We'll see," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "But first... we have some other tasks for you."
