Natalia Kapretti woke up feeling refreshed and ready to take her next step with her husband. She had already started training him to accept her shitting on him, and now it was time to make him her permanent toilet bowl. As she smiled to herself, she thought about how excited he would be when she presented this idea to him.
She walked into the bedroom where her husband, Joe, was still asleep. She carefully climbed onto the bed and straddled him, using one hand to gently caress his face while she took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was to come. Slowly, she lowered her soft, rounded ass towards his mouth, his nose brushing against her sweet-smelling entrance.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," she whispered softly as she gently nudged his nose against her ass. "Time for you to wake up and do your job."
As he slowly opened his eyes and began to realize what was happening, she leaned forward slightly, her weight pressing down on him. His cock, hard and waiting beneath her, throbbed in anticipation of what was to come. She lowered herself even further, until her soft, supple ass cheeks were enveloping his face, and his nose was rubbing against her tight anal opening.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly, arching her back and pushing her hips back, forcing her husband to open his mouth in anticipation. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she lowered herself all the way down onto his face, engulfing his head in the warm, musky scent of her ass.
"Oh yes," she sighed, finally sinking into the pleasure of it all. "That's what I've been missing."
She began to grind her hips back and forth, fucking his face with every slow, steady thrust. She felt his tongue slide over her sensitive skin, tasting the traces of her shit that had dripped down from her insides. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that she had the power to control him in this way, to make him serve her like a slave.
"Mmm... that's it," she moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Keep licking my asshole, keep making it clean for me."
And so he did, working his tongue against her skin, desperate for more of her no matter how much of her shit he tasted. She rode him harder, faster now, her hips slamming into his face in time with the rhythm of his tongue. She closed her eyes and let out a long moan of pleasure as she felt the familiar warmth spreading through her bowels.
"That's it, baby," she whispered softly, her voice hoarse from the pleasure. "Time to take your medicine."
With one last, powerful thrust, she felt herself release into his waiting mouth. Her shit flowed over his tongue, filling his mouth with the hot, salty taste of her ass. He swallowed eagerly, not daring to break the connection between them for even a moment.
As she caught her breath, she sat back on her haunches and looked down at her husband, still laying on the bed with her shit in his mouth. She smiled, feeling a sense of pride and power wash over her. This was just the beginning; soon enough, he would be serving not just her, but her friends as well. And he would be happy to do it - because that was the way things were now.
"Mmm... I think you're going to enjoy your new role as my personal toilet bowl," she purred, leaning down to give him a slow, languid kiss. "And you're going to be thanking me for it every day."
With that, she stood up, leaving him there on the bed, his face glistening with her shit. She walked towards the bathroom, already thinking about the next time she would make use of him. As she heard the sound of the toilet flushing, she felt a sense of relief and contentment wash over her. Her husband, Joe, was truly hers now - in every sense of the word.
