As the stage was set, I could barely contain my excitement. Natalia Kapretti, more commonly known as "Kat," had been absent for two long months, and I was prepared to make her pay. She floated in wearing a carefree smile, oblivious to the vengeance that awaited her. I vowed to take advantage of her cheerful demeanor and make sure she never forgot this particular encounter.
My heart raced as we exchanged pleasantries; I could hardly believe it was finally happening. I led her into a private room, where I knew the perfect scenario was waiting. With a sly grin, I turned to her and said, "I have something special planned for you today, Kat. Something that'll really make you remember why we're such good friends."
She looked at me quizzically but didn't seem suspicious. I opened up a cupboard filled with various items - a blindfold, a bottle of lubricant, and a box of laxatives. My preparations had been meticulous, ensuring that every detail was perfect. As I walked towards her, my heart pounded in my chest, anticipation coursing through my veins.
"Trust me," I whispered into her ear as I took the blindfold from her hand and fastened it tightly around her head. Her only reaction was a soft gasp, followed by a nervous giggle. I began to lubricate her body thoroughly, taking my time to ensure absolute smoothness. The anticipation was killing me; I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she realized what was about to happen.
I lifted her skirt and panties, exposing her perfect ass to me. With a chuckle, I removed the laxatives from their box and poured them into her mouth, ensuring she swallowed every last drop. My heart raced as I imagined the mess she was about to produce. Soon, she would be eating her own shit.
As I led her to the toilet, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I watched intently as she sat down, the look of confusion slowly fading from her face. Suddenly, her bowels gave way, and she let out an audible gasp. Filthy, thick tar-like shit began spilling out of her, splattering against the porcelain and filling the room with its pungent aroma.
"Oh my god," she cried, her voice muffled by the blindfold. "What have you done to me?"
I chuckled darkly as I removed the blindfold from her eyes. The look of horror on her face was priceless. "I told you," I said with a sly grin, "I had something special planned for you."
She wretched one last time before finally flushing the toilet. As she turned around, her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of understanding. But it was gone too soon, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
"Why would you do this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking.
"To make sure you'll never forget our little friendship," I replied, my heart still racing with excitement. "And now that we've gotten that out of the way, maybe we can finally move on."
