Natalia Kapretti looked down at her husband, lying lifelessly on the bed, oblivious to what was about to happen. She grinned wickedly as she walked over to him, her long legs moving with a purpose that sent shivers down his spine. She wasn't just his wife anymore, she had become his mistress of filth and he would do anything she asked.
"Time to get used to me being covered in shit," she purred, pulling off her panties with a sly smile. Her plump ass cheeks wiggled enticingly, the scent of her ass wafting through the room, already filling it with the musky aroma of feces. She climbed onto the bed, kneeling over him, and corrected his posture so he could see her better.
"Look at me, my love," she commanded softly, running a finger through the layer of shit that coated her anus. "This is what you're going to get used to. Today, we're going to really work on breaking down those barriers." She lowered herself onto his face, forcing his head into the stench of her ass. With a laugh, she began to push, grunting and squirming as she shoved turd after turd out of her rectum and onto his face. She felt him flinch beneath her weight, but she didn't care. This was his new normal.
Natalia moaned softly as he breath tickled her slit, and she rode the wave of pleasure that washed over her. She loved the feeling of him being beneath her, powerless and at her mercy. It was intoxicating. She stretched out, letting her weight press down on him fully, crushing him beneath her. "How do you like this, hmm?" she asked, her voice breathy with excitement. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be close to me?"
She twisted her hips, feeling the warmth of the shit begin to dry on his skin. It was giving off a tacky sensation, and she knew it wouldn't be long before it caked on him. He was going to be covered in her filth by the end of this session. She leaned forward, her tits almost touching his nose, and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you love this, my little toilet slave. I'm going to make you beg for more of my shit." She bit her lip, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head.
It was time for him to prove himself. She lifted herself off of him, leaving his face covered in an unmistakable film of shit, and touched him once more. "Come on," she urged him softly. "Don't be shy now. We both know you like this." She pushed her ass towards him, inviting him to do what she knew he wanted. His tired muscles moved, reaching out to grab her hips. She felt him hesitate, but she promptly pushed his head back into her asshole. She had to break him of his disgust, make him crave what she had to offer.
His tongue began to move hesitantly around her anus, tasting the smell of his wife's feces. At first, he gagged, but Natalia was quick to suppress it. She didn't want him to vomit now. This was part of the process. She moaned as he licked her clean, the taste of it on his tongue making her shiver with pleasure. She began to grind against him, her wetness coating his face.
"That's right," she purred. "Taste me, my love. Drink me in." She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her as he licked and sucked on her ass. It felt so good to be covered in shit, knowing that he was the one cleaning her up. Every noise he made turned her on, every groan and moan sent shivers down her spine.
Finally, satiated, she pulled away from him, leaving a trail of her filth behind. She watched as he licked his lips, tasting the remnants of her shit. He looked up at her, eyes glazed over, and she knew he was already hooked. She grabbed a towel and made him lay down, placing it beneath him. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling the heat from his skin. She leaned down, whispering in his ear.
"Clean me, toilet slave," she growled. "Every last particle of it." And with a smack on his cheek, she commanded him to start licking her clean. His tongue darted out, and she hissed in pleasure as he began to clean her. For now, she was in control, and he was going to do exactly what she said.
