Natalia Kapretti was in a playful mood. She had her slave at her feet, looking up at her with those pathetic eyes. She loved the way he worshiped her, how he couldn't resist her even when she was being cruel. She decided to have a bit of fun before moving on to the main event.
"Shut up slave," she hissed. "Cork in your ass jam will stand as long as it takes. I want to have fun."
The slave could only nod in reply, his mouth open in anticipation of her next command. He knew better than to speak without permission.
Natalia reached down and caressed his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin. It sent shivers down his spine; he hated when she did that but couldn't help but love it at the same time.
"You're so desperate for my attention, aren't you?" she teased. "You want to please me, don't you?"
He nodded vigorously, tears welling up in his eyes. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered.
Natalia leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Good boy. I have an idea," she purred. "How about I give you pleasure and pain at the same time? It'll be just like our relationship: a mix of love and pain."
The slave swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what she was getting at, and he wasn't sure if he could handle it. But he also knew that he couldn't refuse her.
Natalia stood up, her body towering over the slave. She looked down at him, her eyes filled with mischief. "Look at me and beg, 'Mistress, I'll do whatever you want. I want you to shit in my mouth.'"
The slave closed his eyes tight, taking a deep breath. "Mistress, I'll do whatever you want. Please, shit in my mouth."
A wave of excitement rose within Natalia. This was going to be good. She knew she was pushing her limits, but she couldn't help herself. She needed the thrill of power and control.
"Eat my shit, I want you to eat everything," she said, her voice dripping with excitement.
With that, Natalia lowered her panties, exposing her perfect round ass to the slave. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she squatted over him, her magnificent behind hovering mere inches from his face.
"Suck on my asshole," she commanded. "Make me feel good."
The slave complied, his tongue darting out to touch her tight hole. He could feel her warmth on his tongue, and the smell of her ass filled his nostrils. It was disgusting, but he loved it.
As he suckled on her asshole, Natalia let out a moan of pleasure. She pushed his head down harder against her ass, grinding her hips against his face.
"You're such a good little toilet," she purred. "You'll take my shit and thank me for it."
And with that, she released the first load of shit into his open mouth. It was hot and thick, coating his tongue and filling his cheeks. He couldn't help but gag on the horrible taste, but he swallowed it all down.
She continued to fill his mouth with her warm, turd-filled saliva, laughing as he struggled to swallow it all. He had never felt so humiliated in his life, but he also felt strangely alive. This was the ultimate submission.
Finally, Natalia stood up and pulled her panties back up, wiping her ass with them. She looked down at the slave, who was still on his hands and knees, his mouth gaping open in anticipation of more.
"That's enough for now," she said. "But remember, you're my toilet. I can use you anytime I want."
The slave nodded, his eyes filled with tears and love for his Mistress. He knew he would do anything she wanted, no matter how degrading or shameful. Because in her eyes, he was nothing. And that's why he loved her so much.
