Natalia Kapretti was in a rather unpleasant mood as she stood in front of her mirror, admiring her own flawless reflection. She had just finished collecting her feces for the past three days, and now she was eager to see the reaction of her new personal slave when he would have to consume her shit.
She was thrilled at the thought of turning him into her living toilet, a being who would not only satisfy her most depraved desires but also serve as a convenient waste disposal unit. The idea of seeing his face contorted in disgust, of feeling his tongue slide against her disgusting waste, sent shivers down her spine.
With a smirk on her lips, she left her chamber and made her way to the room where her slave was held. He was kneeling on the cold floor, his head bowed in submission, waiting for his mistress to give him his next command. As she approached him, he looked up at her with fearful eyes.
"Today is a special day, my little shit eater," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "You're going to get a taste of my stinky treasure." She pulled out a large bowl from behind her back and placed it in front of him. The contents within were a mix of semi-solid and liquid feces, emitting a putrid smell that made him want to gag.
"Now," she continued, watching his expression change from fear to revulsion, "you're going to eat every last bit of this. This is your new job. From now on, whenever I feel the urge to relieve myself, you'll be the one to clean up my mess."
The slave stared at the feces-filled bowl in front of him, feeling his stomach churn. He had never imagined that he would be forced to consume someone else's waste, much less the fecal matter of his own mistress. But he knew that disobedience would mean brutal punishment, and so he steeled himself for the task ahead.
Slowly, he lowered his head towards the bowl and extended his tongue. The feces were cold and slimy against his taste buds, and the smell was nauseating. But he forced himself to swallow, taking small mouthfuls at first and then larger ones as he grew accustomed to the taste.
The whole time, Natalia Kapretti watched with sadistic pleasure, her heart beating fast with excitement. She couldn't believe that she had found someone who would be willing to subject themselves to such humiliation for her amusement. As he finished the last of the shit, she smiled triumphantly.
"Well done, my sewer for shit," she chimed, patting him on the head like a pet. "Now you are truly mine. From now on, you will be known as my living toilet, a creature that exists solely for my pleasure and convenience." And with that, she turned around and left the room, leaving her shit-covered slave to wonder what new humiliation she had planned for him next.
