Finally, the door closed and Natalia Kapretti was alone. She had spent the entire morning with her slave, using him as her personal toilet. The experience had been somewhat enjoyable, but there still remained a gnawing feeling in her gut - quite literally.
She walked over to her kitchen counter and set down the empty coffee cup she'd been holding. Her gaze lingered on the beautifully iced donut sitting on a nearby plate. It was her favorite kind; glazed with a delicate pink frosting that glistened in the morning light.
As she watched, an idea began to form in her mind. Slowly, a wicked grin spread across her face. No, she decided. She couldn't just eat the donut; it deserved something better than that.
Moving with purpose, Natalia undid her pants and pulled them down to her ankles. She then placed one foot on the toilet seat and took a deep breath. The smell of her own feces was both pungent and familiar. It had been building up all morning, and now it seemed to be demanding release.
With one hand braced against the wall for support, she lowered herself down onto the toilet seat. Her other hand reached towards the donut, picking it up gently between two fingers. She lifted it high in the air, watching as the pink frosting glistened in the morning light.
And then she lowered it, slowly but surely, onto her fresh load of shit. The donut sank a little at first, then rose back up, coated in a thin layer of her feces. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine as she brought it closer to her mouth.
She took a tentative bite, closing her eyes as she savored the taste. It was divine, far better than any donut she'd ever tasted before. The combination of the sweet glaze and the salty, earthy flavor of her own shit triggered something deep inside her.
As she continued to eat, her hips began to move back and forth involuntarily. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs, and a strange tightening sensation began to build within her. It was as if her body were responding to this forbidden pleasure in a way that it never had before.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She lifted her hips off the toilet seat and brought her other hand down to her pussy, stroking herself through her panties. The sensation was exquisite, and she found herself moaning softly as she worked herself towards climax.
Her hips bucked upwards, meeting the rhythm of her hand as she touched herself. And then she was there, on the edge of bliss, feeling the world tip upside down and inside out around her. With a cry of pure pleasure, she came, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of the sensation.
Breathless and spent, she sank back down onto the toilet seat, her fingers still buried in her panties. For a moment, she stayed like that, catching her breath and savoring the aftermath of her orgasm. And then, slowly, she leaned forward and poured herself another cup of coffee, taking a sip as she watched the steam rise up before her.
The taste was bitter and harsh against her tongue, but she didn't mind. She was Natalia Kapretti; mistress, dominant, and now... also conqueror of delicious desserts. The day wasn't even halfway over, and already it promised to be one of the most satisfying yet.
