Natalia Kapretti stood over her husband, letting the heat of her body and the weight of her gaze fall upon him. Her stunning emerald green eyes pierced through him, making him feel both ashamed and aroused at the same time. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and yet she held such power over him that it sent shivers down his spine.
"Lie down," she commanded in her soft, yet authoritative voice. "And wait for me with your mouth constantly open. You are my toilet, and you should always wait for your Mistress with keep toilet-mouth open for my ass."
His heart raced as he quickly obeyed her every word. He knew better than to disobey her in any way. In their marriage, he was her slave and would do anything she asked of him. He had loved watching her gorgeous body in the bodysuit and high heels she wore to their wedding day. It was then that he knew he was hers forever—body, mind, and soul.
"Today," she continued, running her hands through her long blonde hair like a queen on her throne, "I have diarrhea. Liquid, stinky food for you. You will swallow it all; it is your pleasure to clean my messes."
As she said this, her perfect behind twitched slightly, urging him closer. He got down on his knees and leaned forward, preparing himself for his mistress's gift. His heart raced with anticipation as he waited for her to give him what he desired most—to taste her ass and be filled with her shit.
"Open wide," she ordered, her voice quivering with excitement, "and say 'thank you, Mistress, may I taste your delicious diarrhea?'"
He obliged, his mouth already watering at the thought of what she would give him. "Thank you, Mistress, may I taste your delicious diarrhea?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"Yes, you may," she responded, her ass twitching again as she pushed out a small turd. It landed in his mouth with a satisfying plop, filling his mouth with the taste of her ass—salty, sweet, and completely irresistible. He closed his eyes as he swallowed, savoring every last drop and wishing for more.
"Excellent, slave," she praised him, her breath hot against his ear. "Now clean my ass. Lick every inch of it, and make sure you get all the mess out." She spread her cheeks wide, granting him full access to her most private parts.
He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to lick at the tiny spot of shit on her anus. As he did so, he could feel the warmth of her body against his face, smell her sweet scent filling his nostrils. He lapped at the area around her asshole, cleaning it as best he could while breathing in her essence.
She moaned softly above him, her hips beginning to buck slightly. He knew this meant she was getting close to cumming, and he worked even harder to please her, licking and sucking her ass until she finally came with a loud moan.
"Yes, slave," she panted, her ass still pulsing against his face. "You are such a good toilet. Always here, always ready to clean my ass and swallow my shit. You make me so happy."
He couldn't contain his joy any longer. "Thank you, Mistress," he whispered against her skin. "Please never change. I love being your toilet."
She laughed softly, her body finally relaxing as she felt the afterglow of her orgasm wash over her. "Don't worry, slave," she purred, reaching down to stroke his hair tenderly. "I won't ever change. You are mine, and I will always take care of you."
With that, she leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips, ending their intimate encounter with a taste of both pleasure and submission. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her kiss and the warmth of her body against his, knowing that even though he had just cleaned her ass, he was still the luckiest man alive.
