Today was an exceptional day for Natalia Kapretti. She had been saving up her foulest, most putrid and disgusting turds for three whole days, eagerly waiting for the moment she could force-feed it to her pathetic waste disposal slave. The petite mistress couldn't help but let out a wicked cackle, delighted by the thought of the potent stench that would assault the unfortunate man's senses. As she approached her kitchen, she repositioned her slave's head closer to her anus, fingers tightly gripping his filthy hair.
"Here you go," she hissed, "this is the delicacy you've been waiting for. Go on, taste my shit!"
Natalia's tongue darted out, cleansing her asshole of any remaining traces of excrement before she positioned her ass cheeks and lowered her smooth, round ass onto the eager face of her toilet slave. She grinned as she felt the cold, moist skin of his nose press up against her asshole, and the scrunched up expression of pure disgust spread across his dirty, tear-stained face. With a slow, steady motion, she pushed, releasing a torrent of brown, heavy sludge into his gaping mouth.
The sight of it made her heart race. Her thrill was palpable; she loved the way he gagged on each bite, tears streaming down his cheeks as they mixed with the filth that coated his face. She found herself lost in the moment, the pleasure coursing through her veins as she watched him struggle to swallow his very own mistress's waste. This was power.
Natalia dug her nails into the slave's head, her grip tight enough to leave bruises but not enough to stop him from accepting more of her fecal offering. His nose was now buried deep inside her ass, sucking in the last remnants of her shit as if it were the sweetest aphrodisiac. She let out a long, drawn out moan, letting him know just how much she enjoyed this twisted form of dominance.
"That's it, my little sewer rat," she purred, "drink it all up. Every drop of this disgusting shit belongs to me, and you're going to eat it all until you're bursting at the seams."
She paused for a moment to admire her handiwork, her slave's face now smeared with the evidence of their ritual. It was almost too much for her to bear; she could barely contain her excitement as she pulled his head back up and commanded him to open wide for more. This time, she forced cheerios and apple slices into his gaping mouth, followed by a length of her used tampons soaked in piss. The man thrashed and gagged, but she continued to push, enjoying the sight of him choking on her trash.
"Say it," she growled, "tell me how much you love my shit."
"I love your shit," he croaked, his words muffled by the wet, sloppy mess stuffed in his mouth.
Natalia's delight only intensified, her heart racing with each word that spluttered past his lips. This was her ultimate power trip, and she intended to take it as far as she could. She pushed him onto all fours and crouched over him, her breast drooping dangerously close to his face. She let out a long, slow shit, aiming directly at his gaping maw. The slave gagged and sputtered as he was inundated with her fresh stool, but he didn't resist, not this time. He knew better than to defy her.
With a satisfied smirk, Natalia stood up, surveying her work. Her slave was nothing more than a filthy, disheveled mess, covered in her excrement and barely conscious from the assault on his senses. But this was only the beginning. With a wicked glint in her eye, she approached him, unzipped her pants and inserted a butt plug into his rear.
"Now you're full of my shit, baby. Time to wear it like the slut you are," she chuckled as she tied a bow around his neck, affixing a collar to it. "From now on, you're my personal latrine. And you're going to love every second of it."
