Natalia Kapretti: Nutritious Breakfast Slave Girl
Natalia Kapretti looked at you with her emerald eyes, a mix of annoyance and amusement on her face. She was standing before you, wearing nothing but a collar around her neck and a friendly smile. Her long auburn hair flowed down her back, cascading over her luscious curves. As she held out a vase filled with fresh, fragrant fruits, she spoke in her melodic voice: "How dare you start eating without permission. Hold the vase, I'll make you a nutritious breakfast. Watermelon and shit."
Her words echoed in the room, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with fear. This was your new reality—you were now living with Natalia Kapretti, and she would be your Mistress. It was clear that she expected nothing less than complete obedience from you.
Taking the vase from her hands, you held it reverently as she walked over to a table piled high with fresh produce. She began selecting different fruits and vegetables, humming softly to herself as she worked. "Here's a bunch of fragrant shit," she said, holding out a handful of something brown and squishy. "Now eat, you live with me, and you're gonna eat my shit every day."
Her voice was firm but not unkind, and you found yourself nodding in agreement. You knew that this was what you wanted—to be under her control, to please her in every way possible. As she placed a plate of food in front of you, your stomach grumbled in anticipation. It smelled incredible: the sweetness of the watermelon, the earthy scent of the vegetables, and the unique aroma of the "shit" she had so nonchalantly mentioned.
"Eat every last bite," she commanded, her eyes never leaving your face. And so you began to consume the meal she had prepared for you. As you ate, she watched intently, occasionally making comments or suggesting ways to improve your eating habits. "You like that, don't you?" she teased, her smile growing wider. "You're like a sewer. Eat shit and shitting."
Despite the unusual nature of your meal, you couldn't help but find yourself enjoying it. The food was not only delicious but also incredibly nutritious—something that was apparent in the energy you felt coursing through your veins. And as you finished your meal, you knew that there would be many more like it in the future.
"Shitting and don't forget to thank your Mistress for a delicious, nutritious breakfast," she said, her tone both playful and commanding. And so you did, standing up from your chair and bowing your head respectfully. "Thank you, Mistress Natalia," you murmured, a sense of contentment washing over you.
As you looked up at her, you saw a glint of pride in her emerald eyes. She was pleased with you, and that knowledge filled you with a sense of purpose and excitement. This was your new life, and you were ready for it.
