Natalia Kapretti woke up with a renewed sense of determination. She had spent the night fully rested, recharged, and ready for what lay ahead. As she surveyed her surroundings, her gaze fell upon her husband who was still fast asleep. A wicked grin spread across her face as she began plotting out the day ahead.
For quite some time now, Natalia had been training her husband to become her personal toilet. He already knew the taste of her excrement, and she was confident that he would excel in his new role. However, today was going to be the day that things changed. Today, she would make sure that her husband understood that he was nothing more than a disposable toilet bowl for her to shit in whenever she pleased.
Slowly and carefully, she got out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom. Once there, she took care of her morning business with precision and purpose. She made sure to gather every last sliver of shit from her anus before cleaning herself up. As she stood there, naked and exposed, she couldn't help but admire how well her husband had cleaned her out. He truly was a dutiful servant.
With renewed vigor, she left the bathroom and approached her husband's sleeping form. Gently, she woke him up and gave him an alluring smile. "It's time, baby," she whispered softly into his ear. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at her with a mix of confusion and fear. "Do you want to know what I plan for today?" she purred menacingly. He could only nod his head in response.
"Today," she began, tracing her finger along the outline of his lips, "is the day that you become my permanent toilet bowl." A chill ran down his spine as she leaned back, her ass aimed right at his face. "You know what comes next," she said, her voice dripping with excitement. He knew that if he refused, there would be consequences. He had seen them before - the pain, the humiliation, the ultimate submission.
Reluctantly, he began to lower his face towards her ass, his lips parting in anticipation of what was to come. She moved her hips just enough to tease him, taunt him with what was yet to come. "That's it," she whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. "You're learning so well."
Slowly but surely, she lowered herself onto his face, letting him feel the full weight of her body. His tongue instantly found its way to her asshole, eagerly lapping up the remains of her morning shit. She let out a moan of pleasure as he worshiped her ass, feeling the heat rise between her legs.
"That's right, baby, keep eating," she cooed, running her hands through his hair. "You're so good at this." And with that, she began to shit once more, this time directly into his mouth. He didn't resist as he felt the warm, slimy globs of shit fill his mouth, coating his tongue, and dripping down his chin.
As she finished, she pulled away, a satisfied smile on her face. "Now listen closely," she said, leaning in close. "From now on, you will be eating my shit every single day. And I mean every single day. We have a lot of work to do, so get used to it." The words sent shivers down his spine, but he couldn't deny the thrill he felt at her command.
With that, she stood up and made her way to the kitchen, leaving him lying there, mouth full of her shit and mind filled with thoughts of submission and humiliation. This was just the beginning of their journey together, but he already knew that it would be a long and arduous one. He was nobody's toilet, but he would gladly be hers, because that was the only way he could be with her.
