Natalia Kapretti's flat was the last place Anna wanted to be. She had only just finished cleaning it, scrubbing every inch of the floor and bathroom until her back ached. But now, as she knelt before her mistress in the living room, she found herself wishing she could just crawl away and hide.
"I know you don't like it, my little slave," Natalia purred, flicking her hair back behind her shoulders. "But you'll get used to it. Like a good girl."
Anna's stomach twisted into knots. She knew what was coming next: the second lesson of toilet slavery. After spending an entire morning wiping up Natalia's messes, Anna had no choice but to clean her mistress's ass as well—by putting her tongue directly on it.
"Open wide, slave," Natalia commanded, her voice cold and unyielding. Anna swallowed nervously, her eyes darting between the floor and Natalia's imposing figure leaning over her. She forced herself to take a deep breath and obey, parting her lips wide enough to expose her tongue.
Natalia smirked cruelly and positioned herself carefully, feeling her slavegirl's warm breath on her rear. With a sudden thrust, she pushed her ass against Anna's face, pressing her tongue against the roof of the girl's mouth.
Anna gagged reflexively, choking on the unfamiliar taste and sensation. She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she struggled to breathe. But she couldn't move—not with Natalia's weight holding her down.
"Do you want me to push it deeper?" Natalia taunted, her voice low and threatening. "To force it down your throat until you can't stand it anymore?"
Anna shook her head violently, trembling from head to toe. She could feel the wet warmth of Natalia's asshole against her tongue, the stench of shit filling her nostrils. But there was no avoiding it—she had no choice but to obey.
Slowly, reluctantly, Anna started licking at the taste of her mistress's shit. She used her tongue to clean the skin around Natalia's anus, forcing herself to ignore the nausea that rose up from her stomach. She could feel the tremors running through her body as she did it, each shudder a testament to her complete and utter submission.
"That's it, girl," Natalia crooned, leaning over Anna's trembling form. "You're learning how to serve me so well." She let out a contented sigh, feeling the warm wetness of Anna's tongue against her flesh. "You're going to be the best toilet slave I've ever had."
The words were a knife twisting in Anna's gut, but she could do nothing to stop them from echoing in her head. As the taste of shit grew more familiar on her tongue, so too did her resignation to her fate as Natalia's slave.
Gradually, reluctantly, Anna started to swallow, accepting the taste of her mistress's filth as part of her new reality. Natalia smiled, watching as her slave managed to choke down the lingering taste of her shit. She had finally found a girl who was willing to do anything, no matter how degrading or humiliating.
With a final push, Natalia emptied the remains of her bowels onto Anna's tongue, feeling the weight of her shit pushing against the girl's gag reflex. Anna whimpered, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the warmth spreading in her belly. But still, she didn't resist—she couldn't.
As Natalia stood up, wiping her hands clean of the mess, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her. Anna had learned her place—she was nothing more than a tool to be used for her mistress's pleasure. And Natalia was determined to make the most of it.
