Natalia Kapretti looked around the crowded Russian coastal city of Sochi and hesitated for a moment. It was a beautiful day, but she badly needed to relieve herself. As she scanned the nearby area for a public restroom, her eyes fell on her faithful toilet slave, who happened to be working just a few stores down from where she stood.
Without hesitation, she quickly walked towards him, ignoring the curious glances of passersby. Her slave was terrified when he saw her, his heart pounding in his chest as he recognized the look in her eyes. He knew what was about to happen and could do nothing but submit.
Under the pretense of needing privacy, Natalia led the trembling man into the back room of his shop. Once there, she didn't even bother closing the door. With an air of supreme dominance, she unzipped her pants and pulled her underwear to the side, revealing her bare backside to her toilet slave.
"Shut the fuck up," she growled in a low voice, commanding his silence. "Lie down and be silent. You are in my power. And how I said, it will be. Hands at your sides, open your mouth and catch shit. What is it? What are the tears, what the puke? Here's a spoon, turn around and eat the shit, all shit, shit eater."
The slave was shaking and afraid that they would be seen or heard, inarticulately fawned and tried to eat the shit as quickly as possible. But Natalia was in no hurry. She took her time, relishing the fear and submission in her toilet slave's eyes.
"Eat from the floor," she ordered coldly. "Suck every drop of urine."
With another glance of terror, the slave nodded and began to do as he was told. He leaned forward, his face scraping against the cold tile floor as he extended his tongue to capture each and every morsel of feces. The scent of his own vomit mixed with the putrid smell of shit as he struggled to obey his mistress's commands.
Natalia watched with a cruel smile, her thumb running over her lower lip thoughtfully. As she witnessed the humiliation dripping off her slave like a cheap suit, she felt herself grow even harder. He was hers, completely and utterly. And she planned to keep it that way.
Finally, satisfied that her toilet slave had indeed consumed every last bit of her shit, Natalia stood up and held out her hand. With tears streaming down his face and mixed with the taste of feces in his mouth, the slave took it and allowed her to help him to his feet.
"Go back to work," she said coldly, pushing him towards the door. "But remember, you're always in my power. And you'd better never forget it."
The slave nodded again, his eyes wide with fear and shame. He knew there was no escape from her wrath, no matter how much he wished there could be. As he walked back to his store, he could still feel her warm feces coating the inside of his mouth. And he knew that this was his life now - a life of humiliation and servitude to his cruel mistress.
