Natalia Kapretti was a woman of great power and even greater appetites. She was known throughout the land for her dark desires and the way she treated those who dared to serve her. Among her servants was a young girl, whose name was unknown to most, but whose function was clear to all. This girl was Natalia's toilet slave, and her sole purpose in life was to pleasure her mistress by relieving her of bodily waste at all times.
It was an ordinary day in Natalia's chambers. The scent of lavender and rosewater filled the air, reminding everyone who entered of the sensual power that lingered within these walls. The young girl lay on the floor, her eyes fixed on her mistress, anticipating the moment when she would be called into service.
Natalia sat on a throne, her dress hiked up around her waist, revealing the perfect roundness of her buttocks. She felt the pressure building within her, the old familiar ache that told her it was time. With a flick of her wrist, she motioned for the girl to approach.
The girl scurried forward, her eyes never leaving her mistress's face. She knew what was coming, but she also knew that she would ask for it anyway. "My lady, may I serve you?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Natalia smiled, a cruel smile that sent shivers down the girl's spine. "Yes, my little toilet,” she purred, “I want you to help me cleanse myself." She raised her skirts even higher, revealing her womanhood to the girl. "Kneel before me," she commanded, "and prepare yourself for your mistress's pleasure."
The girl knelt on the ground, her hands pressed together like a prayer, her eyes fixed on Natalia's winking pussy. She was terrified yet also exhilarated by the thought of being allowed to serve her mistress in this way. As Natalia shifted in her seat, another powerful urge coursed through her body, and she let out a cry of relief as a thick stream of urine shot out from between her legs and splashed onto the girl's face.
The girl let out a moan of ecstasy as the warm, salty liquid ran down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. She opened her mouth wide, taking in every drop of her mistress's golden elixir. When Natalia was finally finished, she stood up, the girl still kneeling before her, her face covered in a sheen of urine.
"Now," Natalia said, her voice low and threatening, "it's time for the real business to begin." She pushed the girl's head towards her ass, and with a small shove from her foot, the girl's face pressed against her wet, sticky opening. "Eat my shit. Smear it over your face. Let it cover you like a blanket of filth. You are my toilet slave, and this is your purpose."
The girl didn't hesitate. She took a deep breath and pressed her lips against Natalia's anus, parting its lips with her tongue. She could feel the warm, slippery mass within, and she knew that this was what her mistress wanted. She began to move her lips up and down, lapping at the shit like it was the sweetest nectar.
Meanwhile, Natalia watched with satisfaction as the girl lost herself in the act. She loved the way the girl's face would light up with pleasure every time she felt her mistress's shit slide down her throat. She knew that this was a twisted form of love, but it pleased her nonetheless.
As the girl continued to service her, Natalia allowed herself to drift off into a semi-conscious state, her mind wandering to other dark desires. Perhaps later, she thought with a wicked grin, she would allow the girl to taste her own cum. For now, though, she was content to let her toilet slave enjoy the taste of her shit.
Hours passed, and finally Natalia rose from her throne, signaling to the girl that their session was over. The girl crawled over to her mistress, her face smeared with shit and saliva, her eyes shining with a sense of accomplishment and humiliation.
"Thank you, my lady," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I am your humble servant, ready to serve you at any time."
"Well done, my little toilet,” Natalia replied, running a hand through the girl's filthy hair. "Now clean yourself up and await further instructions. Your mistress is pleased with your service today."
And so the girl crawled away, leaving behind a trail of shit and bloodied lips. She knew that this was her life now, and that there was no escape from it. But for now, she was content to bask in the perverse glory of being Natalia Kapretti's toilet slave.
