As Natalia Kapretti, a dominant and successful woman, I had been training my slave girl Maya for the past week. Every day, she dutifully served as my living toilet, cleaning up after each of my bowel movements and drinking up any excess waste I produced. Throughout this time, I watched with growing satisfaction as Maya's once prim and proper facade crumbled under the weight of her newfound submission.
Maya had initially struggled with her new role but over time had grown to love it. Her eyes would light up when she saw the food and drink I had prepared for her and she would eagerly consume every bite, relishing in the taste of her mistress's feces and urine. By the end of the week, she was excited to continue serving me, even after our time together had come to an end.
Today was the day of our parting - I was leaving for an important business trip - and as I prepared to depart, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of being away from my loyal servant girl. She may be a toilet slave now, but Maya was more than that; she was an extension of myself, a living reminder of my power and dominance over her.
I watched as Maya lay on the floor, her mouth open in anticipation of my next movement. Her face was smeared with a mixture of saliva and feces as she savored every last bit of me she could. It was then that I knew we had formed an unbreakable bond; a symbiotic relationship built on submission and dominance.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself away from my beloved slave girl and finished packing for my trip. As I turned to leave, I caught one last glimpse of Maya, her eyes following me out of the room. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at abandoning her here - after all, it was me who had trained her so well - but the thought of returning soon, to reclaim my throne and my toilet slave, kept me going.
