Natalia Kapretti - The return of the prodigal toilet slave
After several days of waiting, Natalia Kapretti's slave arrived at her doorstep. The young man was trembling and fearful as he bowed his head in submission. He knew that he had displeased his Mistress by attending a session with another woman, and he was prepared for the consequences.
Natalia looked at him with fiery eyes, her anger barely contained. "You went to another Mistress?" she spat out, her voice cold and hard. "You will pay for this." She grabbed a strap-on dildo from the table and forced it into his tight, unwilling ass.
The slave cried out in pain as the thick, rubber cock stretched his sphincter. Natalia pounded into him relentlessly, driving him to the floor in agony. His body convulsed with each thrust, and soon enough, his rectum could no longer contain itself. A hot stream of urine mixed with feces shot out of him, coating the floor beneath them.
"Clean it up!" Natalia ordered, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Her slave scrambled to his feet, grabbing a towel to mop up the mess. He pressed the towel against his ass, trying to stem the flow of urine and blood that was now seeping through his clothes.
Natalia watched him with a satisfied smile. She had missed the sight of her toilet slave groveling before her, filled with shame and humiliation. It was good to have him back where he belonged.
"Now," she said, walking over to a small puddle of urine and feces on her couch, "come here and lick it clean." The slave groaned in protest, but he knew better than to disobey his Mistress. He lowered his head and began lapping at the disgusting mixture, using his tongue to clean every inch of the couch.
"And don't forget the floor," Natalia reminded him. The slave nodded, grabbing a brush and pan to clean up the rest of the mess. He worked quickly, not daring to anger his Mistress any further.
As he finished cleaning up, Natalia approached him once again. She glared down at him, her eyes filled with contempt. "You are my bitch," she hissed, "and you will do anything I say. Do you understand?"
The slave trembled as he nodded his head. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
With that, Natalia walked away, leaving her toilet slave to ponder his fate. He knew that he had crossed the line, and he would have to work hard to regain his Mistress's trust. But for now, he was just happy to be back in her presence, even if it meant enduring her brutal punishments.
