Natalia Kapretti: A Dominatrix's Command to Her Slave
Natalia Kapretti, a tall and curvy woman clad in nothing but a garter belt and thong, stood before her submissive slave. His eyes were downcast, his heart racing in anticipation of her next command. She smiled cruelly, her full red lips curling into a devilish grin.
"Come here, faggot," she purred, her voice like silk-covered steel. "You're going to lick my pussy and ass. I want to have pleasure."
Her words were both a threat and a promise, and the slave felt his cock twitch in response. He knew that he was at her mercy, that he belonged to her completely. With trembling hands, he knelt before her, his face inches from her perfect ass.
"Better lick," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "Fuck my ass with your tongue. Soon, I'll want to shit, and you'll be my toilet bowl."
His tongue darted out, tracing the crevice between her cheeks. He could feel her warmth against his tongue, and the anticipation of what was to come made his head spin. Gently, he pressed his tongue against her anus, feeling the resistance give way as she relaxed.
"Oh, good," she breathed, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Sit there with your mouth full of shit. You're a toilet bowl and ashtray, parasha."
As she spoke, she released her bowels, filling his mouth with the warm, sticky mess of her shit. He swallowed reflexively, feeling the bitter taste of her excrement fill his mouth. But he didn't move, didn't flinch. He was completely at her mercy, and he knew it.
Natalia Kapretti was a woman who lived on the edge, who thrived on control and submission. She was a dominatrix through and through, and her slaves were her playthings, her toys to be used and discarded at her whim. This man, this pathetic, shivering wreck before her, was just another example of her power.
And so he stayed there, nestled between her legs, his mouth full of her filth. He was her toilet, her ashtray, her slave. And he would do anything she asked, because he was hers, and he belonged to her completely.
