Natalia Kapretti stood in front of her mirror, taking in her reflection. She wore a sleek black latex catsuit that clung to her body like a second skin, concealing nothing. Her long, lithe legs were bare and her plump ass Cheek jutted out enticingly behind her. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a tight bun, accentuating her high cheekbones and piercing green eyes.
She walked over to her desk, where there was a laptop and a small video camera. She sat down and opened the laptop, quickly typing in a password to access her personal files. On the desktop were several folders labeled with the names of her clients.
This particular client, whom she referred to as "shit-eater", had truly understood her kink. He was obsessed with consuming feces, and Natalia found that both repulsive and arousing at the same time.
She opened up the video file labeled "Shit-eater's Debut" and started the playback. The video showed her client, a young man in his early twenties, kneeling on the ground with his eyes closed and his mouth open wide. A pipette extension led from his mouth, down his throat, and out of the frame.
Next, she scrolled through the photos. In one, the young man was lying naked on a massage table, covered in her shit. His skin had a faint sheen of sweat and his body trembled with anticipation. In another, he was bent over a bucket, his ass raised high in the air, taking her shit right into his waiting mouth.
Natalia leaned back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips as she remembered how he had pleaded with her to stop only to beg for more moments later. She had laughed at his insistence that he couldn't possibly enjoy it but watched with glee as his face contorted in ecstasy every time she emptied her bowels into his mouth.
The more she watched, the wetter she felt between her legs. Her arousal grew even as she contemplated the next step in their twisted relationship. With a sigh, she decided it was time to start preparing for their next session.
First, she had to ensure that he was ready. She picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hey, it's Natalia," she said when the voicemail picked up. "I need you to do something for me today. Go to the pet store and buy a small tub of cat litter. Oh, and make sure it's the kind that clumps. Okay, love? Talk to you later."
She hung up the phone and smirked, enjoying the anticipation that was building within her. Tomorrow would be an interesting day indeed.
