Natalia stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for her day. She wore a little red dress that hugged her curves, black heels, and a mischievous smile. She was a woman who enjoyed her vacation, but this time, she decided to add something extra to her routine - using her husband as her personal toilet.
As she descended the stairs, she noticed her husband kneeling on the floor, waiting for her. His eyes were downcast, a submissive expression on his face. "Get up, slave," she commanded, walking towards him. "I have work to do."
With a gesture, she indicated for him to kneel beside her. "Today is going to be a good day," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to kiss my feet, and tell me how much you love being my toilet."
The man hesitated, but only for a moment. He knew the consequences of disobeying her, so he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her foot. "Mistress Natalia," he murmured, "I love being your toilet."
She smiled, satisfied with his response. "Good boy," she said, running her hand through his hair. "Now, let's get started. Come here, I have a present for you."
She led him to the bedroom, where she had laid out a variety of sex toys. Among them was a huge strap-on dildo, the kind that made her husband's asshole gap open. "Today, I'm going to fuck you hard," she said, her voice a husky whisper. "And then, after I'm done, you're going to clean up my ass, just like you always do."
Without further ado, she mounted the dildo and plunged it deep into him, filling his asshole with her strength. "Ahh," she moaned, feeling the stretching sensation as she began to thrust in and out. "This feels so good."
As she fucked him hard, she could already feel her bowels moving. She pulled out, letting him catch his breath while she made her way to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet, feeling the warm rush of pleasure as she released a steamy pile of shit into the bowl.
Returning to the bedroom, she found her husband waiting for her. "Lick it up," she commanded, nodding towards the toilet bowl. "And then get on your knees so I can use your mouth."
Obeying her without hesitation, the man knelt before her and leaned forward to take a taste of her shit. It was bitter and rancid on his tongue, but he knew better than to protest. He opened his mouth wide, allowing his mistress to insert the pile of shit into his mouth.
As he chewed and swallowed, Natalia moved into position, feeling the familiar heat building up inside her. She grabbed the wide dildo once more and slid it back into her husband's asshole, feeling the walls of his ass grip her tightly. "Ahhh," she moaned, starting to thrust in and out again.
It wasn't long before she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her. Her eyes closed tightly as she leaned forward, pressing her weight down on the dildo. "Oh fuck," she whispered, feeling the orgasm course through her body like lightning.
As she rode out the wave of pleasure, she opened her eyes and looked down at her husband. He was still kneeling before her, a look of submissive contentment on his face. "Good boy," she murmured, leaning down to kiss him. "Now clean yourself up. We have a long day ahead of us."
With that, she got dressed and headed out to her daily activities. Leaving her husband to think about what he had just experienced, she quietly hummed a tune to herself, feeling fully satisfied and in control.
The rest of the day passed by uneventfully, with Natalia attending to her various duties while her mind wandered back to the morning's activities. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction knowing that she had complete control over someone as weak and submissive as her husband.
As evening drew near, she returned home to find her husband waiting for her, looking nervous and uncertain. "Are you ready for your treatment?" she asked, her voice cold and indifferent.
He nodded mutely, understanding well the routine that they both were a part of now. Steeling himself for what was to come, he followed her to the bedroom, where he knelt once more before his mistress.
It was another long and exhausting session, but as always, Natalia emerged from it feeling rejuvenated and fulfilled. She looked down at her husband, who was leaning against the wall for support, his face a mask of pain and gratitude.
"Clean yourself up," she said, turning away. "We'll do this again tomorrow."
With that, she left him to his devices, her mind already planning out new ways to torment and humiliate him. As she drifted off to sleep, she could feel the satisfaction coursing through her veins, knowing that she had total control over her husband's life.
And so it went, day after day, with Natalia using her husband as her personal object of pleasure and disgust. It was a twisted arrangement, but it worked for them. For now, at least.
