Once upon a time, Natalia Kapretti was a renowned dominatrix who had an extensive collection of loyal slaves. Among them was her husband, who had been trained thoroughly by her to become her personal toilet slave. However, after some time, her husband seemed to have forgotten his place and started trying to act like an equal partner in their relationship. This did not sit well with Natalia, who wanted nothing more than complete control over her husband.
So one day, as Natalia was about to take a shit, she noticed something strange. Her husband was following her into the bathroom, looking at her intently. With a frown on her face, she stopped and turned around, ready to scold him for his behavior. But before she could speak, she realized what was happening. Her husband was watching her with lustful eyes, waiting for her to take a shit so he could worship it.
Natalia felt a twinge of excitement and then disgust. How could her husband, who she had trained so well, be so perverted? She didn't want to encourage him, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that she enjoyed the power she held over him. So she decided to give him another chance, albeit begrudgingly.
"Oh, you're still interested in that, huh?" she said with a sneer. "Fine. Shall we continue your training as my toilet slave then?"
Without waiting for his response, Natalia lowered her pants and sat down on the toilet, her big round ass hovering over the bowl. Her husband couldn't believe his luck - he was going to get to see his wife take a shit again! He knelt down next to the toilet, his eyes fixed on her ass as she began to poop.
As always, Natalia made sure to squeeze out every last drop of shit, and her husband watched intently as it plopped into the water. When she was finally done, she stood up, revealing her clean, pink pussy above the toilet seat. Her husband couldn't help himself - he reached out and touched it, earning a smack across the face from Natalia.
"Don't you dare touch that without permission," she warned him. "Remember, you are only here to worship my shit."
With a hurt look in his eyes, her husband apologized and moved closer to the toilet. He leaned over it, his head next to the water, and began to lick at the remnants of Natalia's shit. He moaned in pleasure as he tasted the flavor of his wife in his mouth, and Natalia couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction.
As he worshipped her shit, Natalia began to reconsider their relationship. Perhaps it wasn't so wrong for him to be her toilet slave after all. He seemed to derive pleasure from it, and she couldn't deny that she enjoyed having complete control over him. So with a newfound determination, Natalia decided to resume her husband's training as her toilet slave for the foreseeable future.
And so it began again - a twisted dance between love, lust, and power, all centered around a toilet and the filth that it contained. As for Natalia Kapretti, she would continue to revel in her position of dominance over her husband, knowing that he would always be there waiting for her shit, no matter what.
